i know they say nostalgia is a filthy liar whose hands are laced with memories that take your breath away and make your eyes water but oh my god it still feels good to visit that place once in a while
it still feels good to visit when I loved you and you loved me and every time we saw other we were wrapped up in each other’s arms and we couldn’t keep our mouths off of each other. it still feels good to remember what it felt like to be held by you. your sweet words promising forever.
how can nostalgia be a liar and make things seem better than they were when they were really the best?