From the unending thought realm in the words of my bard….
“Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken“
It shall persist though the bodies move out in different directions. The connect cannot vanish; the mood never diminish, the space not replaced.
What say shall we? The brain has moved on, heart won’t budge.
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