Nostalgia Is Regret

If somebody has loved less than I have, then to him nostalgia is regret something that was never given up, only left down his memory lane with an unbearable pain and a feeling of shame... crying more pitifully than a lost pup! Could I turn away and feel well... making believe that nothing as profound as tenderness won't allow tears to fall and get rid of bitterness? Do men cry and won't tell? Shouldn't they stop blushing? Being human is never humiliating! If somebody has held on an intimate secret and refused to reveal it, he should have the courage to free it from its darkness and declare it without rage! Confirming every truth is a kind of relief, an effort to end the struggle that was an expanding bubble ready to burst and vanish from sight! Nostalgia is regret, a mood longing for a distant past; has anyone ever seized it, not letting escape it from his tight fingers? Do moments fleeing into memory remain on silent lips?