Lost love 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.
-Mitch Albom
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Thanks, Chuck!☺️
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Wow..!✨✨✨
If you could see my face right now, you’d see a look of gratitude.😊😊
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Read the quote at just the right time, I suppose?🙂
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Yeah..✌
It happenes every next day with me I go through a particular situation and experienced something. At the same time I read something related to it then i say ohh yeah!! Wow.. 😁😁
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Beautifully said.
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That’s true.. Love stays forever
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Indeed! 🙂
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Wow!
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