Love lost is still love

Love lost is still love
“Love lost is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all.

You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor.

But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it.

You hold it. You dance with it.

Life has to end. Love doesn’t.”
  

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'Insan khud qabil-e-aithibar nahi hota, bal k uska kirdar aur uski sachai usay qabil-e-aithibar banati hay (Hazrat Ali A.S.)'
“Love lost is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all.

You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor.

But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it.

You hold it. You dance with it.

Life has to end. Love doesn’t.”