The one where Florence waxes love-ish again

I was talking with Masa a little while ago and I said something super cynical and evil like "happy songs about love are either lies or anmesia." (You saw nothing! Do not repeat!)
But I got into thinking about it and I realized that, firstly, I was being cynical and evil (whether that is typical of me is debatable, I suppose), and secondly...
Whereas it may be true for a certain sort of people, it is not true for me, and it is not true of the Lord's love. The Lord does not tell us to be false and forgetful, he tells us to be honest and remember.
When we remember everything in all honesty, love becomes something new every time we recollect or relive it. We remember that things were sometimes our fault, that sometimes people really did try their best, and that even though we may not have been loved exactly the way we wanted to be loved, we were loved a lot, more than we deserved, and probably with all that they had to give.
And with every day of remembrance love becomes a thing more worth remembering. Life becomes happiness sometimes manifested sadly, purity sometimes colored with human mistakes, and love sometimes misinterpreted, misrepresented, and misunderstood, but no less sincere, no less strong, no less true.