Can I not come up with new ways to tell you I love you everyday? Will you not be mine for eternity? Or will the shadow of despair, unfortune or -God forbid!- death ever cloud the magic spell that has been cast upon us?
Buddha is right, the worst pain in this world is its transience. Are all these beautiful moments, passionate romance and intense encounters preserved for us in the after-world? Will we be there to enjoy their eternal lasting after this short life which seems long at the beginning of the journey?