In history, we're watching a documentary about Czar Nicholas II of Russia.

He was married to a lady named Alexandra. She was so beautiful. For some reason or another, one picture of them has been on my mind for a couple of days now. Their children are playing with each other in the courtyard, and at the right hand side, you can see Nicholas and Alexandra sharing the most passionate kiss I have ever seen in my life.

There they are, completely oblivious to everything around them, completely oblivious to the fact that their empire is crumbling. They've been married for years. And yet, they look like it's their first kiss. It's almost as if they've been searching for each other for an eternity, and finally have found each other at that exact moment. But that wasn't the case at all. They had known each other practically their entire lives. By looking at that one picture, anyone could tell how much they loved each other.

In the notes they wrote to each other throughout their lives, they wrote in the most beautiful prose.

December 30, 1915

Off you go again alone and its with a very heavy heart I part from you. No more kisses and tender caresses for ever so long -- I want to bury myself in you, hold you tight in my arms, make you feel the intense love of mine.

They loved each other until the day they died. And when they were murdered and buried with their children in that shallow grave, I think that kind of love died with them.