His brow furrowed, as his eyes, that had seen and collected, the wonders of the world, fell to the floor. He asked me, why I wanted him. I took the hands, that had spent more nights, alive and exploring, than I had days on the earth. I told him, that I wanted someone, who knew how to love me. He has loved me, with tenderness, with curiosity, with ferocious passion, that he thought he had lost, and I know, nobody else could love me, the way he taught me I deserve.