Nostalgia.

I feel like I know you so well.

I feel like you've been mine at one point and yet I cannot remember specifically when... But I know I know you.

I know you so well, I feel like you're a part of me...
I close my eyes before I fall asleep and I can feel you there. Inside of me somewhere, waiting. You're a part of me and everyone like you I have ever known, and all of my expectations of you, and all of my experiences...
I want you so badly, I can feel it. I can almost trick myself with my eyes closed.

You're there, you're within reach of my imagination, but it's like looking for something in the dark... Even if you know your home like the back of your hand, you still end up pawing at the darkness and stumbling to find what you're looking for. Even if you have looked at it every single day you've lived in that home, at least twice a day, when you wake up in the mornings and go to sleep at night, you still find it difficult to put your hand on in the dark.

I know what I'll feel once I finally have you. I know it, and I want it! I want that. It's like an itch.
You're familiar and unexplainable. God, I want you more than I think I have ever wanted anything else.

Maybe you were something I had in a past life...
I'm feeling nostalgic.