A car accident, an adventure, created a tragedy. Hate because of love, hurt because of hate. The encounter in front of the bluebells, the vows in front of the bluebells, and everything in front of the bluebells have become memories. A love that is not a grand one, but it gives the other person the deepest pain. Love is in the bluebell, just because you are there and the memories you and I share are there.