Nostalgia- a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past. With this school year coming to end, I'm feeling nostalgic more than ever. However, what has really been crazy to me is realizing how walking through or past a place where something happened to you brings back everything you felt, saw, and thought in that moment.
The bed where I cried for no reason.
The table where you told me you were staying with your girlfriend.
The room where you told me you were confused.
The street corner where we first kissed.
The beach where we sat in your trunk and thought about the past year.
The balcony where we got to know each other.
The dance floor where we made fools of ourselves.
The bathroom where I helped you stay alive.
The fountain where I decided to message you.
The chair where you cried because I hated to see you sad.
The hallway where I know you lied to me.
The class where you told me you were proud of me.
Everytime I walk past these places, the scene is replayed in my head. I wonder how and why the world works like that. It seems simple, but it is actually rather complex. It drives me insane how it all comes back.
The bed where I cried for no reason.
The table where you told me you were staying with your girlfriend.
The room where you told me you were confused.
The street corner where we first kissed.
The beach where we sat in your trunk and thought about the past year.
The balcony where we got to know each other.
The dance floor where we made fools of ourselves.
The bathroom where I helped you stay alive.
The fountain where I decided to message you.
The chair where you cried because I hated to see you sad.
The hallway where I know you lied to me.
The class where you told me you were proud of me.
Everytime I walk past these places, the scene is replayed in my head. I wonder how and why the world works like that. It seems simple, but it is actually rather complex. It drives me insane how it all comes back.