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| 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. ♥jindra |
Monday, September 24, 2012
Book: The 5 People You Meet In Heaven
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