"What is it you miss," He asked her.
She rubbed her hands together in thought,
"I miss how it felt, how it tasted...to be

In love feels invincible; tastes like the gods have touched down on the tongue and caressed it with their best honey mead.

Exiting love feels like leaving a sweet warm house, where futures and families happily mingle, into harsh rainy weather.

I miss feeling protected in his arms.  he could have kept the rest of him hidden. But, then, that wouldn't have been true"