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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 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.
People say they 'find' love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock. but love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman. what people find then is a certain love.
That's the thing. sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. you're just passing it on to someone else.
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