Does the joy diminish or does it just show up differently? I don't laugh till I cry so much anymore. Do I miss it? Of course I do. I keep my eye on old dogs and cats for clues.
The real fun's never gonna be at the grownup table.
Loss is cumulative. What a price we pay. Birthdays come and go. Don't grow old. Don't ever fall out of love.
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