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. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
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| — | Mitch Albom, Five People You Meet in Heaven (via bookmania) |
Lover/Fighter/Writer
I’m not a lover
and I’m not a fighter;
I’m a writer.
I will love you through epic poetry,
letters arranged in fridge magnets,
books dedicated to you, journals of
our lives and days and nights.
I will fight for you with metaphor,
with imagery and language so
strong it will make a grown man
heave a sigh and cry.
I am a lover
and I am a fighter;
I am a writer.
