But we didn’t lose our past. We didn’t lose us, our togetherness, our love. Can we ever? We never lost what we already had. And what we didn’t h...ve, is it possible to lose? It was never ours. Never to be. Accepting that is necessary, Andrea.’ He stopped to assemble his thoughts into a more coherent stream. ‘We have each other. We have love. We have a lifetime together. We’re lucky to have all this. We have so much more than what most couples have. Our love is precious, Andrea. We cannot let it. After he quickly fixed that problem, he kissed his mother, not deeply, but a kiss none the less. While the kiss excited Arrian to no end, he was deeply disturbed.How could I kiss my own mother!Samurai, you must focus, we have much to discuss.Arrian changed his clothes, putting on a plain white t-shirt and sweatpants. Then he sat on the floor in typical indian fashion. Slowly clearing his mind, he extended his hands and his murumasa slowly rose from its place on his dresser and into his. He's a broker for small machine parts and has a number of companies in Italy who custom-produce for his American clients. He was meeting with three of them separately when in Rome and that left us lots of time for sightseeing.We got there and took a cab to the hotel and checked in. Our room was a suite with two bedrooms and we each settled in putting out things away, then got back together in the living room to admire the expansive view of Rome and to decide how we would spend the rest of our. I was never consoled as a k**, nobody ever took me by the hand and told me “everything is alright”, blah blah blah. I was completely out of my comfort zone when I knelt down next to her and asked her what was wrong. She looked at me through the crocodile tears and running mascara, “Where am I and who are you?” The next ten minutes was spent kneeling down in the bathroom telling her the story of the night before, followed by another ten minutes of her sitting on my bed being upset that her.