hollownoise:

He felt a warm, recurring nostalgia. Maybe it wasn’t nostalgia. It was the feeling that welled up within his chest as a tear to an eye whenever he watched sad movies, or movies where two people were in love in a way only fiction could tell, the kind of love that begins on quiet nights far away…

When someone else’s words sum up your emotions and feelings into a one simple phrase which you your self still cannot fathom- it’s nice to have a moment where you feel understood. Even if no one else knows why.