"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. Life has to end, Love doesn't."


from "The five people you meet in heaven" by Mitch Albom