The City That Never Sleeps
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posted : Wednesday, August 22, 2007
lost love is still love.
it just takes a different form. 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 |
tasha (:
