There's and old poem par Neruda that I've always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says, "love is so short, forgetting is so long." It's a line I've related to in my saddest moments we always go back to aren't the mundane ones. They are the moments toi saw sparks that weren't really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning. These are the moments of newfound hope, extreme joy, intense passion, wishful thinking, and in some cases,...