And then you tell me, but honestly, do we only value the things we have because inevitably we lose them? And i dont just mean beauty, that goes for the people we love too. Can love only exist in the terrified face of ultimate loss? If we knew with some certainty, and at any time, and with any one person, that eventually that person would leave, but that love would come and find us again but bigger, brighter, stronger, would we still cry? Was it really love at all if the feeling passes? Or simply a habit? Or a phase?' Lousie Kean.