like gold.

It's having lost something precious, then somehow finding it back years later; in your eyes, that thing appears magical. You hold that special something in two hands cupped together, as if it were fragile - you don't want to drop it, you don't want to lose it, again. Yet, in that moment, you lose yourself instead, and you don't know what to do with your treasure. You might not even remember why you have it. You simply keep it there in your hands, just because you know it is good, and marvel at your fortune, like an idiot.