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Lost Love Is Still Love. It Takes A Different Form, That's All.

It's Like Going Back To Being A Child Again. Someone To Bathe You. Someone To Lift You. Someone To Wipe You. We All Know How To Be A Child. It's Inside All Of Us. For Me, It's Just Remembering How To Enjoy It.

But Hurting Ourselves To Inflict Pain On Others Is Just Another Cry To Be Loved.

With Marguerite, He Wanted Only Time—more And More Time—and He Was Granted It, Nighttimes And Daytimes And Nighttimes Again.

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.