"Lost love is still love, Eddie. 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. "
~Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom
Like Eddie, i guess i might have been angry at you for leaving (especially at a time when i needed you the most). It's hard for me to forgive you. lo siento.