Let go

Because in the midst of nostalgia, you'll realise that nothing ever last, nothing has ever lasted and nothing ever will. Some things, they say, will never be the same. The constant is, in fact, in its change. We will move from places to places, and what remained will only be a memory. Sometimes we will leave, sometimes we are left. And that persistent memories are but fragments of our ideal longing, no longer real and substantial. 

But you know, it was real then.