For at some point you discover love never dies. In the words of Merrit Malloy:
When I die, give what's left of me to children and old men that wait to die. And if you need to cry, cry for your brother walking the street beside you. When you need me, put your arms around anyone and give them what you need to give to me. I want to leave you something, something better than words or sounds: Look for me in the people I've known or loved. And if you cannot give me away, at least let me live in your eyes and not on your mind. You can love me most by letting hands touch hands, by letting bodies touch bodies, and by letting go of children that need to be free. Love doesn't die: People do. So that when all that's left of me is love, give me away. I'll see you at home in the earth.
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