I have that feeling.
Of complete and utter nostalgia.
That hope and rise in my chest that comes with a time before me.
I close my eyes as the buildings go by, the lights: they just blur together and I remember...

That time when everything looked beautiful: the colours vibrant, the sounds clear, the night before us.
We didn't know what was to come, we didn't really know each other, but we knew that there was something different about this night. And although the allure of the emotion was there, we didn't have anything to hold on to.

But yet I sit closing my eyes. The rise of my chest is there, the sounds, my heart skips a beat.
Still, for not you dear, but that night before us.