If nostalgia could kill
I’m finding it weird to learn how easy it is to let go of certain things, things that I’ve realized actually don’t mean so much to me- even if they happened much more recently than the things that do.
What actually matters to me is the one thing I have longed for for a very long time now. And i can’t even put a name to it. I could put memories or a time to it, to paint the most accurate depiction; but not a name. It’s just that special.