Today...I had a thought.
What happens to all that love that we have that eventually goes away? What happens to love when we stop feeling it for someone....where does it go?
I think that it becomes all of the dandelions in the world. All that love flutters out of our hearts, and into the springtime air....nestling into neat patches of grass. Soon the lovely little yellow weeds poke their heads out--they really are kind of beautiful, but they do still choke the grass below them. Soon they age, and die--leaving behind a ghost--a memory of what they once were...which you can pluck and blow away in the breeze--sending those thoughts of love out to seed elsewhere.
The point is...the love never goes away. It transforms, it shifts....but it is still always there. The memories of love past never fail to find themselves out in the world--waiting to be discovered and uncovered....
...waiting for another moment to be felt...
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