Melancholy hits you like a wave on a random rainy day. Where you can't pinpoint where it exactly hurts. But it does and with every ounce of your existence you wish to get some nights back. Some people back. Some places back. And the wave hits you harder when you realize that you can't get any of those old days back. When life was simple. When people were genuine. When love was just a feeling of euphoria and nothing complicated. But we all just continue to live with broken hopes, tired souls and endless ache. Don't we ?