The beauty here lies in what it *omits*—not "we'll return to Paris" or "Paris will always be there," but rather a shared memory that transcends geography and time. Epstein, who wrote *Casablanca*, understood that the most consoling human bonds aren't about places themselves but about the moments we've inhabited together. When a couple at their twentieth wedding anniversary watches old photographs of their honeymoon apartment, they're not mourning the loss of those rooms; they're holding fast to the selves they were together in them.