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.

Yet the ones who have endless time, unlike mortals whose life is merely a rush of some decades, spiced up by passion and pain; love differently.

They only have one person who they fall for, who they do anything for. Each moment of their life revolves around them, their life filled with pure adoration and wild lust.

Love for them is something unconditional, and emotion that never falters. Sweet, never sour and always returned.

Yet problems still arouse in today's world. Some lose this love before they can even realize it's there.I'm sorry. Others might say, their false words only finding deaf ears. How could they hear when their life had just been ruined? Only fragments of scents and kisses, of short but sweet glances would be there for them to rebuild it, their sanity slowly falling apart.

Life is cruel, isn't it?