Nostalgia

A smell. Just a smell is enough for me to remember how you hugged and

A thought. The thought of your hug is enough so that a tear drops down on my cheek.

A tear. That tear on my cheek is enough to remind me how you swiped my tears away and told me it will be alright.

A sound. You telling me in my head that it will be alright is enough to see you in front of me.

Your face. Seeing you is enough to break down again.

That is all it takes for me to fall back in the nostalgic hole where I miss you.