The worst, most dreadful thing about love is that no matter what, it cannot last forever—it is finite. Some people fall out of love or come to the realization that they never loved a particular person in the first place. But then, there are those awe-inspiring people who are so deeply in love that they incorrectly surmise that nothing could possibly deter them from each other. They have forgotten the unwavering, tenacious grip of death, which can claw apart even the strongest of loves.

We are all mortal in the end, attempting to ignore the irrepressible absence of forevers.