It's kind of like having the wind knocked out of your stomach. The whole world resets and you have to start from scratch. I want to be held by someone who wants nothing from me.
I have dreams of Paris, and how we could belong there... but we could belong anywhere. We would thrive though, we were built for that. We would play in the cities of the world until we fell into bed, laughing, and sleeping only to dream of the days we've lived, just to do it all twice.