Witnessing Frances' whirlwind romance play out with Marcello - as brief as it was - reminded me of why I fall head over heels for love time and time again. It's always a rollercoaster of dopamine and endorphins; you're either at a constant high or a temporary low that can almost always be fixed with a hug and a kiss (sometimes, also an apology). Every moment spent with the person you love becomes a precious memory that needs to be etched in stone because you never want to forget it (and sometimes, you never do). It's like smoking a joint, but you never get to the end: Minutes begin to feel like hours and you slowly begin to lose all sense of time. Time itself is reduced to an idea that doesn't seem to exist in the space that the both of you share. The sun rises and sets, and the moon comes out each night, but every experience you've had together lasts forever.