Love is the most mysterious, the most beautiful, the most complex and unexpected state, without which life is unthinkable. When she is with us, in us, we are happy. When, for one reason or another, these wonderful feelings die, the lost bliss is replaced by mental pain unbearable in intensity and strength, which is almost impossible to cope with, because the hologram of events involuntarily comes to life in a restless imagination. Only new, more beautiful feelings can cure and ease the painful condition. But they, alas, sooner or later become the past.