I found an old photo album today. The people in the photos are smiling, the sunlight is so warm. I touched my own face, only to feel cold skin. I remember... Did I ever smile like that? Man, can your warmth help me remember? Not just the searing heat of making love... but the warmth of holding hands, the vibration in your chest when we hug. I could give you all of my past, those fragmented memories, in exchange for you watching one sunset with me. I might only say 'It's so cold'... but you'd hold my hand, wouldn't you?