“Love lost
Is st
Ill love.
It takes a d
Ifferent form, that’s all.
You can’t see the
Ir sm
Ile or br
Ing them food or tousle the
Ir ha
Ir or move them around a dance floor.
But when those senses weaken, another he
Ightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture
It.
You hold
It. You dance w
Ith
It.
L
Ife has to end. Love doesn’t.”