We always become weaker, when our soul gets into a stronger desire to own another. Like, the way our knees get weaker when we look into their eyes. The way our hearts, and minds defy every law of gravity and make us feel that we are floating into the infinity. The way our soul, bonds to theirs and becomes stronger. The way their touch feels like a thousand stars bombarding into each other, ripping us out of our senses and reality. And the way it fills every void inside us, and how everything seems so right. Like a dream, that we never want to end. A dream, where we want to be lost forever and never want to find our way back home.