I'm nostalgic for a better tomorrow.

Nostalgia was never what it used to be.

She could talk to me any day...any time...And I could still say, "I was just thinking about you".

I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanket.

They're good but not all as good as each other.

Allow me to contradict my clarifications and in no time we'll get to the bottom of nothing.