Which is the reason love lasts longer than everything else. You've underestimate love’s strength. But love, oh love, is sneaky for when you’re down on your knees crying about being forsaken love pipes up in a tiny, bitty voice saying: I’m here. And when you believe you’re beyond untouchable, love gives you a whammy---wacks you between the eyes until you’re more fragile than it.
You sound like a bard, spinning tunes and lyrics about things that cannot survive outside of song and poetry. Love is nothing like how you describe it. It makes you careless, vulnerable, foolish.
But tell me what happens when you die? Doesn't it vanish with you?
Doesn’t song, poetry, stories, art, imitate life? Careless, vulnerable, foolish all for another isn’t a bad thing, it’s grand.
[Absently rubs his wedding ring with his thumb.]
Love doesn’t know boundaries. Death is just another boundary that may take a beating heart, but the soul lives beyond death. And love lives in the soul. Soul mate, you heard the term right?
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Antacids, cigarettes, Girl Scout cookies, and magnolia flowers don’t.
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It's the most fragile and perishable of them all.
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Love endures.
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But tell me what happens when you die? Doesn't it vanish with you?
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[Absently rubs his wedding ring with his thumb.]
Love doesn’t know boundaries. Death is just another boundary that may take a beating heart, but the soul lives beyond death. And love lives in the soul. Soul mate, you heard the term right?
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"Can you claim to be the person you used to be a hundred years ago? Can they?"
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You have me at an advantage, should I know your name too?
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