"Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it." (Mitch Albom)
PROLOGUE
Jane is sitting on Lisbon couch drinking a nice cup of black tea while he hears Lisbon humming as she do her paperwork.
"What is bothering your little brain Lisbon?" He asks
"How do you know something is bothering me?" She rudely replies
"Well, it's easy to tell, you are frowning and you only hum when you want to distract yourself, plus you never try so hard on finishing your paperwork"
"HA HA! Very funny…"She glances at him and then continues scribbling in some papers.
"C´mon Lisbon, you know you want to tell me"
"Ugh, it's just I'm 100% percent sure I'm forgetting something, something important, I just can't remember what"
"Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever" he says. "You might want to think about that"
"You forget some things, don't you?" she asks surprisingly raising her eyebrows, maybe the man with the elephant memory does forget.
"Believe it or not, I do. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget."
