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
Tag: lost love
The Old Song
She goes on singing
the same old song, remembered
the past and what’s gone.
HappymessHappiness 