(Source: ladoddsy)
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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. Life has to end… Love doesn’t. ”-
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dwam:
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From Amy Dorian’s flickr (click the picture to reach it). Just looking at this makes me smile.
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