*Do you feel nostalgic sometime?*
There are two kinds of nostalgia.
One feels like it happened just yesterday,
The other feels like it happened ages ago.
And you miss them both.
One is a silent whisper, the other is a loud cry.
One gently pats your back, while you drive along your old school.
The other hits you hard, while you notice dust on photo frames hanging on walls of your living room.
You give up on one. You hold on to other.
Life is nothing but a honeycomb of old stories, some taste as sweet as nectar while others sting bad as bees.
And you visit them often and miss them both.
And you love them both.