We once cherished it very much, but it was because the invisible hand of time slowly peeled away the aura of love, and the original vows were reduced to crystal shards of glass. Love has to be washed away in time, either settling into a yellowed photo, or blooming in our simple lives. We did not meet by chance, and happiness is not a momentary feeling. It melts into the sweetness of our holding hands and into the seemingly mottled life.