I hate missing someone. Their touch, their kiss, their laugh. The way their eyes light up when they talk about things they truly love. The way they say your name. It just makes you feel so damn special. The way they look at you, falling in love with them all over again. Their voice is the sweetest sound and you never want it to stop. You miss the way they brush the hair out of your face. The way their lips feel pressed against yours. Those little cheek and forehead kisses that make you blush.You miss those stupid jokes that you roll your eyes at. You miss them as a whole, but also every single piece of them. I hate missing someone, but I love having someone to miss.
And God said “Love Your Enemy,” and I obeyed him and loved myself.
In the words of the artist Yik Keat:
My name is Yik Keat and I’m a photographer based in Singapore. Raised in this modern and futuristic city, I am proud to call here home and it sure is amazing to be surrounded by the vast amount of culture and so many beautiful architectures in such a small place.
These series of images are a collective of what I shot over the past two or three years, enjoy!
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