I think about the days when you would call me and ask me out for a walk. Often times, I would ask you why and you would tell me that you're craving for familiarity. And I would agree because, I, too, craves for it.
You give me that, you know?
That certain wave of emotions left buried for so long every time you look at me.
That whirlpool of nostalgia at the sound of your voice.
That flashback of memories at the scent of your favorite perfume.
That sensation that ripples through my skin at the touch of your hand.
That is the kind of familiarity that makes me sad. It makes me unfamiliarly sad knowing that what's left of us are those we used to's and once upon a time's.
