Working on memories

I've been working on memories, mostly someone else's.  They died leaving no children behind to preserve their memories. I'm currently scanning a book of love letters, preserved by the ones who lived the love story.  Some of us live our love stories, some only long for them.

Not everyone believes in or has the chance to live a love story.  In recording memories, we already know how the love story ended. Theirs was a good story, and they were faithful to the end. Not all stories begin or end that way, but wouldn't it be wonderful if everyone who wanted one could have a love story?

Some love stories aren't focused on a man/woman relationship.  Some love stories are about causes, hopes, dreams, human interest or otherwise.

George Washington's life was a love story of sorts. He had no children, but his life was spent serving country and fellow men.  His farm became the Arlington National Cemetery.

Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior, gave his life for love of God and people.  His sacrifice is undeniable, His love story is undeniable and so are his descriptions of what love really is for and about.

Everything we have that is good in this world was born out of someone's unselfish love and devotion toward someone or something.

I would be your friend if I could, even to the point of laying down my life for you. I'm glad you can't read this and know how I feel because I can't explain why I feel like this toward you.