“lost love is still love Eddie. It takes a different form. That’s all. you can’t see their smile or bring them food or tussle their hair or move them around to 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”
— 9 hours, 54 min ago
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