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You still love me, even if there's one expression of it that you'll always feel and want, but not give me any longer. I'm still what I was and you'll always see it and you'll always grant me the same response, ever if there's a greater one that you grant to another girl. No matter what you feel for her, it will not change what you feel for me. No matter what happens in the future, we'll always be what we were to each other.
I started my life with a single absolute, that the wold was mine to shape in the image of my highest values and never be given a lesser standard, no matter how long or hard the struggle.
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.
I started my life with a single absolute, that the wold was mine to shape in the image of my highest values and never be given a lesser standard, no matter how long or hard the struggle.
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.