I feel like good moments and some people are like the stages of a day; meeting someone new it’s sunrise, intoxicatingly beautiful, mesmerized by it and all it’s color after the darkness of the night, starting to find comfort in them is like the rest of the day, the comes the high, when it either becomes to good to be true, the lastest rays of sunshine, warming you and warning you that it’s almost over, then comes the sudden hit of darkness after they’ve left, and at some point in the night where the only lights comes from the moon; where you find yourself drowning in nostalgia.