"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."
Quote from the book "The Five People you meet in Heaven"
One of Gaye's many passions was dancing. She always had to drag my self conscious, reluctant and insecure soul out onto the Dance Floor. One of my biggest regrets and aches is that I did not dance enough with her. Oh the simple things we miss.... It's the little things that now mean the world to me.
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