We don\u2019t always notice it,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but we\u2019re all living in the presence of quiet, constant love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not the kind that demands attention\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but something gentle, almost invisible,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
that still manages to warm us from the inside out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When someone slips out of this world,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
something shifts within us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We begin to realize\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
how deeply we were loved,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and how deeply we loved in return.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Life does end.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That part is unavoidable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But love doesn\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If anything,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
once it\u2019s no longer something we can hold,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
it becomes even more real\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
living on within us in a different way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just because we can\u2019t see it<\/p>\n\n\n\n
doesn\u2019t mean it\u2019s gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just because we can\u2019t reach it<\/p>\n\n\n\n
doesn\u2019t mean it disappeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It simply changed form,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and found its way inward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That\u2019s why, sometimes,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
we feel softer without knowing why,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
we want to hold someone a little closer,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
or tears come out of nowhere\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
it\u2019s that love, still moving through us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We might think we\u2019re doing life on our own,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but we\u2019re not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We\u2019re held, every day,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
by love we can\u2019t always see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And that love doesn\u2019t stop with us\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
it keeps going,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
from one person to another.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So it\u2019s okay.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Goodbyes aren\u2019t the end<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the way they seem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The moment love begins,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
it becomes something that doesn\u2019t really fade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And even now,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
carried by unseen love,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
we\u2019re all still here,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
living.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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