Saturday, May 06, 2006
"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. ""Life has to end," she said. "Love doesn't."------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Eddie shook his head. "But you... " He lowered his voice. "You lost your life."The Captain smacked his tongue on his teeth. "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."------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
-- Mitch Albom, the five people you meet in heaven.
maybe, just maybe @ 5/06/2006 03:28:00 PM
