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.
I copied this out the other day from someones thread. Not 100% appropriate but it fitted your post I thought. Remember though our hearts have room for many loves,it is never full.
