Death ends a life, not a relationship.
All endings are also beginnings. We just dont know it at the time.
Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, thats all.
You can 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.
HOLDING ANGER IS A POISON.
It eats you from inside, We think that by hating someone, we hurt them.
But hatred is a curved blade.
And the harm we do to other, we also do it to ourselves.
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