I don't have the words to express the heaviness in my heart. I'm thinking of you and your gorgeous little girl and my heart goes out to you both.
A passage by Mitch Albion
Lost love is still love. It just takes a different form, that's all. You can't hold their hand, you can't tousle their hair. But when those senses weaken another one comes to life... Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You hold it...you dance with it. Life has to end...Love doesn't.
