It's still love

When love is lost, so do a bit of hope, a large chunk of joy and a piece of one’ s self. The sun doesn’t seem to shine in every sunrise and the flowers lost their colors. It was only later when we realize that “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.” (The Five People You Meet in Heaven, Mitch Albom)