This story talks about an understanding of love. How from a personal perspective everything seems narrow. How love changes and adapts into different forms even with the same person. It shows a progression of emotion. How different acceptable understandings of love are lost. Simply because one doesn't know what love means. It is written with a very personally identified field. Almost as if it was meant as a letter or a diary of rhetorical questions. Each question asked is rhetorical because the answer is either already known or not wanted to be known. It is a very cynical approach to how we identify ourselves. Do we know what love is? Or are we all still learning?
The story encompasses a very romantic view on love, it is categorized as somewhat traditional in the sense that the character believes love to be sacred in the sense of a soulmate given by fate.