You receive a gift that is bittersweet and makes you nostalgic.
What is it?
Any poetry books by Pablo Neruda would make me feel nostalgic for love, not exactly unrequited. It didn’t go anywhere – sort of like when you’re in love at summer camp and then you move back to your regular life in your regular town. But you know it happened. Then you forget about that feeling until you find a book of poems by Neruda. What do you do with that feeling? Can we keep it boxed up in a book of poems until we want to remember again?