Moving on.

He thought to himself, "It was nice to see you, again. I had forgotten about your smile." And for everything that had slipped into the cracks of their collective memories, they had remained consistent in their defiance to be forgotten. To rebuild, but not with each other. To simply rebuild; the vagueness of it all served as a reminder of all things eternal and mysterious, true and exaggerated. And "I missed you" transcended the triteness of sex, of hand holding, of kisses, of touches and of mutable desires. It was the final maturation of the things that had connected the two.