It is a feeling of deep wanting for something that existed in the past. A memory so deep and sweet that every cell in your being craves to hold onto and embrace.
To me nostalgia is being awake at 2:00 a.m. Not because I don’t want to sleep but simply because I can’t no matter how hard I try.
Nostalgia is thinking about the past at the odd hours of the morning and wishing I could go back to it.Go back to you and I.
Go back to the feeling of belonging and being loved when you wouldn’t go to sleep before I did. Go back to the feeling of security that I had when I had a nightmare and knew I could call on you and you would stay awake with me until I felt safe again.
So to the world, nostalgia may be a feeling of desire for the past.But to me nostalgia turns out to be a craving for a love that I had.A love that keeps me up until 2 a.m. … a time for the people like me.
Those who are in love with those who do not love them in return… those whose hearts belong to others and not to themselves.
Nostalgia, it could mean a lot of things to a lot of people, but to me, nostalgia is missing you and missing love.
By M Wairimu