What can you call this warm, soft feeling that grows in your chest, appearing ever so suddenly, and leaving just as fast?
It's the farthest from the raging wildfires that sweep through your being with the scorching presence of white, hot fury.
And yet it's also so unlike the bubbling, shining rays of joy and elation that smile from the bright centre of your soul.
So, what is this feeling, so akin, but so different to the bittersweet whisper of nostalgia – of times held closely to your heart, knowing that a repetition of them would never occur?
What is it?
