Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, thats 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.
-Five People You Meet In Heaven by Mitch Albom-
For the record, read his books. Its very inspirational and well, his pieces are really good. To me at least. :)
PS. What is written up there is exactly from the book aite.
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