nostalgia: a word without letters

The cool, evening breeze calmly swept the hairs upon my face. It was just an ordinary night for most people but for me, it was a spectacle. Everything seemed perfect. The stars were perfectly sewn in a blanket of vast, tranquil darkness shrouded by misty clouds and the moon's heavenly light. Any person, no matter how one-dimensional, can make the same description of that night if he feels something that his straightforward mind nor his cloudy perception cannot explain. The relaxing winds comforted my rattled body, as I tried to enjoy despite being sick. I sat down with all my strength going in and out like the constant jabbering of the people around me. Despite my droppy eyes, the entire place was a paradise of colors. A sea of rainbow dresses dancing in a garden of flowers, both literal and figurative. All these with the night sky as the backdrop. Yes, it was all good but I can't seem to find any enjoyment from these. May be because I was ill; maybe because I failed to bring a gift. Whatever happened all my unexplainable, warring emotions came to a sudden halt as the sweet sound of Tamia's hit love song settled on the dancefloor, flooded by the sea of rainbow dresses. At that precise moment, I felt empowered, invigorated even. That I can do anything with a bropken down body. I was on top of the world. But, fate has its own agenda. And it didn't include my temporary euphoria. As my last dance ended, I went back to earth. And I realized again that what I was doing at that particular moment was useless. Just useless. All of a sudden, the stars started falling out of place, as if the thread holding them down to the blanket of darkness was cut off. The misty clouds converged hiding what was left from the fadiing sky, especially the moonlight. It was so sad, but I still had one more trick in my sleeve. Maybe, just maybe one more word can change everything. But, the only thing I got in reply was a cold, cruel word without letters.

*..let the love begin..then after 5 seconds end it..*