I have a confession to make. I’m an avid fan of romance—read in books, seen in movies and all else that ends “happily ever after.” Declarations of undying love such as “Better my life should be ended by their hate, than that hated life should be prolonged, to live without your love” (Romeo and Juliet) or “Love means never having to say you’re sorry” (Love Story) or even “You complete me” (Jerry Maguire) give me that warm, giddy feeling. Memories Frozen in Time