The world may never notice if a snowdrop doesn’t bloom. Or even pause to wonder if the petals fall too soon. But every life that ever forms. Or ever comes to be. Touches the world in some small way. For all eternity. The ones I still long for, we are here and then were gone. But the love that was then planted is a light that still shines on. And though our hearts are empty, our hearts know what to do. Every beating of our hearts say of our love for you. - Author Unknown
