Nostalgic Human
Nostalgia is human. Only a human can feel it and be human or else be the wooden closet that stores away pieces of the past but feels nothing about it. There are the dead in their graves, with their tombstones the only label by which they are recognized. We worry little about them. When the memories gush back, it all makes me go weak in the knees, in the heart.
Rains make me cherish my feelings, I have not made any good memories in the rain but yes I have had moments where I have shared a conversation, a dream and also a walk in which I have poured more heavily than the rain… when it rains now, I am reminded of the days and I will be reminded of them until I have ample of new memories, which later will replace the 10-20 year old scraps.
Rains make me cherish my feelings, I have not made any good memories in the rain but yes I have had moments where I have shared a conversation, a dream and also a walk in which I have poured more heavily than the rain… when it rains now, I am reminded of the days and I will be reminded of them until I have ample of new memories, which later will replace the 10-20 year old scraps.
But you know what the best thing about being human is?
It is the capacity to build newer things and get rid of the old ones. Nostalgia is never negative, I will never let the love of my life be hurt because of what was, I am human and I hold the heart to make memories with him and when I do, he’ll look into my eyes and say, ‘I am one lucky man because you are the best thing that has happened to me.’