Love is different for each mortal. It lasts long for some, while it's sweet but fleeting for others. Sometimes it will be remembered quite fondly, the source of bittersweet memories. At other times, it will be forgotten completely. A name or two will be recalled now and then, photos of the past sometimes hiding in attics, forgotten yet somehow treasured, when found, showing the past with ease, causing laughter to echo, tears to fall.