I wanted to photograph this with the beautiful blue sky behind it but the rain had other plans. I‘ve always heard rain is tear drops from heaven. This book I finished in 1 day.
“Lost love is still love. It just takes a different form that‘s all. You can‘t see their smile, or tousle their hair, or move them across the 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 doesn‘t.”
All parents damage their children it cannot be helped, like pristine glass youth absorb the prints of its handlers.