Remember when you told me about that show you watched that predicted how long it would take cities to return to nature after a human apocalypse? The green would spread, eventually choking out the roads and the buildings and covering everything again. And, in not very much time at all, all that was created would be returned to the wilderness that it once was. Perhaps that is how love is, after all the hatred and anger and sadness, creeping in and slowly recovering, until things fade into green again.
