I have been kind of chewing on this all day. I think where we fall victim is that like time when we are young, we lack the scope to understand love completely. It is this weird catch 22 of life that we can't understand it until we have endured the breadth the experience. We have to lose and gain, laugh and cry, have out heart broken and be restored over and over to understand both the significance and insignificance of love. Just like time, as we grow older, time grows in significance and insignificance.

Or not...