" They were now both ready, not to begin from scratch, but to continue with a love that had survived for thirteen years in hibernation. They were no longer travellers without baggage. They were no longer twenty. They'd both been around the block a bit and had suffered without the other. They'd both lost their way without the other. 
Each had tried to find love with other people.
But all that was now finished. "

― Guillaume Musso , Que serais-je sans toi?