I regret to say, don't understand this. They do themselves a disservice, and me too, of course. I said love of this kind is soon forgotten, but I take that back. My memory is my downfall. It is a sealed well that doesn't lose a drop, to use an old expression.
Nothing can deplete it.
My memory is a powerful machine that stores and constantly discharges lost years and faces. Over the years, I must admit, it has only grown stronger. My memory fills me up until I choke on a stream of daydreams. They overflow into my sleep. But in recent years I have learned to overcome this.