But at this exact moment, it brought me back to an specific time.

You are in love, I'm in lust. We're dancing, and we might just loose a little faith.

Virginia Woolf (along with Kundera and such and such) say you're not aware of your emotions untill after the event, it is only with the time perspective that you can tell what you were really feeling.

I was feeling so free. So independent, so fucking young. And in such a comunion with you, my sister. I love you, I love that moment, that feeling. So come on sister, tell me all about you men, your hopes and the hours of your life.