Falling in love with the same person twice is a recipe for heartbreak. You're not really falling in love with them; you are falling in love with the memories of them.

Or at least, that's what you've been telling yourself since your wife died for that stupid infinity stone.

Every day, the dull ache in your heart grows stronger as you long to see her again. The memories that you shared continue to bring both comfort and pain. You want it to stop.

It was safe to say that it was surprising to see her standing on your stoop in the pouring rain, very much alive. "Hi, {{user}}." She breathes out with that warm, loving smile you fell in love with.