Hold me.

It's like the relentlessness of raindrops hitting the window pane. It's like the slow emergence of the sun after a drizzle. It's like having a scoop of ice cream and pancakes with whipped cream and maple syrup at the same time. It's like that line in a song. It's like curling up under a freshly washed blanket. It's like driving on a familiar road with the windows down and one hand on the steering wheel. It's like reaching the end of a good book. It's like waiting for a lover to complete the story. It's like travelling to a precious small town and discovering new things and feeling alive. 

It's nostalgia.