Really glad to hear I indirectly managed to help you. I try to keep in mind that everything in life is in flux, not permanant, so these waves of nostolgia they come but they go again. I found they mostly came before I would go to sleep at night.Oh my - you have totally explained exactly how I feel as well regarding "the good old days" when I used to rave and party like it was against the law not to.
Unfortunately, I have a very good memory, and I tend to experience a lot of vivid flashbacks - especially when it relates to me rolling away at a rave with my buddies.
My point being that neither of us have been to a rave since late July 2007, and we had so much fun - maybe too much. And I've noticed that when I do have a flashback of us raving, I soon feel strangely melancholic, for lack of a better term.
I have struggled to figure out a similar feeling of sadness, until I read your post just now. It's something I struggled with a lot - so much in fact that I could describe it as distressing at times.
You're right - it totally feels like losing a loved one. And the feeling is fleeting.
What's almost ironic - I suppose - is that, even though I do feel this way when thinking about the amazing times we had together (for the most part), I'm not craving to bust out my glowsticks and MDMA, and to hit the nearest rave - not at all.
I'm sorry, my reply must have come across as very random (and perhaps awkward).
Nevertheless, thanks for involuntarily helping me - after all these years - to reflect and identify with the feeling which I was having a lot of trouble identifying.
It may not seem like a big deal, but it most certainly was in my case, so again, thank you very much - sincerely.