Not everything needs a purpose, of course. It occurs to me that if memories have a purpose, however, maybe it is to remind us of what we have today. Love, the only commodity that matters, is fleeting. Fragile.
Dealing almost exclusively in that currency these days, I find myself a wealthy man. My tears are sweet. Grief is about love lost, a reminder of the love, itself.
Make new memories. Love.
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