As I sit quietly, the soft hum of life buzzing around me, I can’t help but be swept up by waves of nostalgia. The memories of old friends, their laughter echoing in my mind, bring a bittersweet ache to my heart. I miss them—not just their presence, but who we all were in those untouched moments of our past. There’s a certain melancholy that comes with the memories of cities as they once were. Those streets and corners where I left pieces of my younger self, where every building and every turn held a story, a secret, a smile. I long for those cities with an innocence now colored by…