{friends.nostalgia} Bittersweet

I have survived the harsh Canadian winter. I will survive nostalgia. Vahid visited Toronto the past weekend. We enjoyed our time by going to places along with other friends, where the memories of good old years were rejuvenated.

It seems as if even when time flies by, some things are carved in your memory and stays with you forever.

Today, I came across my memorial by Farhad. My heart stopped for a few moments. Well, it usually stops a few moments before pumping again, but at that moment I was looking at the picture, I felt that my heart paused more and consequently pumped more intensely. It may be meaningless to others, but for me it means a lot. So many hot summer days we spent shooting the ball. I feel like I am looking at it from the other world and I will not be able to visit the loved-ones again. I will survive the bittersweet nostalgia. A grown-up man never cries. Even when he is alone. I will survive nostalgia.