“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.”