Tis Better To Have Loved And Lost Than Never Loved At All?

That smell of Loves Baby Soft wafting through my nostrils as a high school memory takes me back to her. Fleetwood Mac’s “Changes” on Alexa throws me into a breakup a year back. The ghost of the one who got away shows up at my favorite live music spot. Nostalgia has a way of seeping into my present.

My movie watching summer included “In and Out 2” which had a nostalgia character, correctly named Nostalgia. Whether my age or kinship to nostalgia, I found this Pixar character to nag at me. She made me think of the best moments of my past while at the same time letting me know I can never go back to fully experience them ever again. The first time I saw her, my wedding day, that one unforgettable kiss, seeing my elder son born, my three-year-old slowly brushing my shoulder while attempting to fall asleep, that foot massage on the first date, the night in college I never wanted to end. Even now writing this brings up back bumps and tears to the surface.  Those moments happened and my attachment to them run counter to my very own joyful existence. Nostalgia hurts.

It’s that touch with the past where I can only grasp it in my mind. I want to be back front row and center of some of the best moments of my life. The “Is this Anything?” segment on The Late Show with David Letterman studio bouncing on a giant red ball with the audience in stitches comes to mind.

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