I am, and have always been, fascinated by the interplay of past and present and the passage of time. It seems to me that there isn’t a definitive break between the two, but rather that the coexist: gracefully at times, more turbulently at others. There is a constant interplay, the understanding of the present, shifting the otherwise inert past, stirring it up, and allowing to recoalesce for a time. The reason that we remember at all is that our present day life is still a working out of a similar situation, our conclusions regarding our pasts change the present. And the ever evolving present changes the significance of the past.
It is possible to love someone in retrospect, when you may not have loved them at the time of your relationship. Then too, it is infinitely possible to have loved someone, and to realize, with the passage of time, that your love was false, a shining novelty, but without substance.