I think back on my nostalgic memories most often when I am reminded through music.
  Songs that were so synonymous with wonderful times in my life.
Those memories change those songs so intensely.
  Some songs become happier and some sadder.
  Lately I’ve listened to those memorial tunes and wished I could go back to when it was relevant and lovely.
Times when I was having the time of my life.
  My nostalgia is synonymous with melancholy for I know all too well that I can never go back, and even if I could, those moments would never be the same as they were.
The music now only reminds me of those that were once so close, and how far away they drifted.
The music is still good.
The music is painful.
The music is wonderful.