“Love lost is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all.
Yo
u can’t see their smile or bring them food or to
usle their hair or move them aro
und a dance floor.
B
ut when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes yo
ur partner. Yo
u n
urt
ure it.
Yo
u hold it. Yo
u dance with it.
Life has to end. Love doesn’t.”