It was one of the purest emotion.
No romance. No lust. No greed. No dark and morbid desires. Just purely missing the sensation of a certain place at a certain time.
Perhaps it's deja vu
It's in the scent of food at every buffet. It's in the gentle caress of breeze on the month of November. It's in the conversation you have with your bestfriend. It's when your family and you are on good terms, having completely normal talks without hostility or coldness.
You may not deem it relevant
You may take it for granted. It's tedious and mundane. But it passes like a blurry image of raindrops falling down the ground as you stare at it out the misty window.
The comfort felt so much good that you don't notice how the days come and go. It's the calm before the storm. And it'll always be a part of you. You may not realize it but it is one of the things that keeps you going.
