Love is Love.
However, Lost Love is still love.
It takes on a different form, that is all.
You can't see their smile,
or bring them food,
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 dosen't.
I never wanted anyone else.
i was still in love with you.
Even here,
that is how strong Lost Love can be.