in ax of, past

I don't like nostalgia. All that happiness. All those memories. Six years, suddenly stirred, feeling a severed limb. I mean, it was brilliant, and amazing, but it's done.  And I know everyone feels it, but it always cripples me. I just cry, and feel so low, and I don't know why. I was happy there. But I am happy here. It is just unexpected—I never thought I would feel this strongly.

We are moving so fast, forgetting everything.