And the succession of dreams came crashing forth like so many forgotten supermarket children—clamoring and shrieking for a creamy lick of love. And the outpouring of grief and joy intermingled sent shocks down spines and through brains, like a mouthful of candies with sour centers, like too many mouthfuls of blue slurpee burning down too many eager throats. And we gave. And we gave. And we gave until all of our glass hearts shattered, shards floating sweetly about us, like halos, like clouds, like sugar and salt.