Nostalgia When I think about nostalgia, All it reminds me of is: you. The only person I've literally and deeply felt it for was.. You... I moved on, don't get me wrong but, Whenever those raindrops start falling, My brain associates them to our slow car rides during fall time. Those times remind me what it felt like to be home, with someone "new". I 've released the part of me you got to know when the leaves left their homes. However, I do think of how it could've been , w ith the parts of me that, You haven't met before. I imagine your smile and our eyes meeting on the low, Slowly being surrounded by rosey cheeks we couldn't really turn off. Suddenly imploding in a timid laughter, Not knowing what to say after our repetitive: << What are you laughing for? >>. Jokingly touching our hands, pretending it was too cold for the lighter to light up alone. Chatting about our friends, reminding ourselves of how ...