Lost love is still love Eddie. It takes a different form thats all. You cant see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those sense weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.Life has to end she said. Love doesnt.
Our love was covered in fur yet I was the only one who wanted to pet it.