Stories we will never tell - The Flashback

On the bus ride home, he saw a girl wearing a Harry Potter T-shirt. On telly, he saw a guy baking cup cakes. They triggered memories in him. And everywhere he went, there were small things and instances that reminded him of another place and time, where he yearns to be, where he had found happiness.

The goodbye was incomplete. And the memory of the last time they met was clearer to him than reality. Her head was on his chest, listening to his slow, synchronised heartbeats. They didn't speak, he knew, until she asked him what he was thinking.

He kept reflecting, reminiscing and repeating the scene - again and again. He wondered sometimes if it was even real. Jamais vu.

But that feeling in his head was understandable. He was intoxicated now just as he was then. Then by happiness. Now by alcohol.