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I love you whether or not you love me. I love you even if you think that I don't. Sometimes I find you doubt my love for you, but I don't mind. Why should I mind?

What is love anyway, does anybody love anybody anyway?

Can anybody love anyone so much that they will never fear, never worry, never be sad? The answer is they cannot love this much, nobody can. This is why I don't mind you doubting.

And maybe love is letting people be just what they want to be. The door always must be left unlocked to love when circumstance may lead someone away from you, and not to spend the time just doubting.

Howard Jones - What Is Love?

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  1. LuminaOctober 6, 2008 at 4:26 AM

    I hope your friend gets the message...and your love. :)

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  2. AnonymousOctober 6, 2008 at 4:40 AM

    Thanks, Lumina. Just thinking about my ex-wife is all, I'm all sappy tonight.

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  3. LouOctober 6, 2008 at 7:37 AM

    D-Ro,

    Very nice! You really are something special.

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  4. Diane J StandifordOctober 7, 2008 at 1:07 AM

    I like sappy.

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  5. AnonymousOctober 7, 2008 at 2:44 AM

    I'm sappy to the extreme sometimes, but whatever. And usually drunk, so that might explain a lot. Thanks, ladies, for reading even my personal posts, I pretty much just do this whole blog thing for myself, nice to know when others pay attention to whatever, wherever on the board I might end up. I have no focus.

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  6. LuminaOctober 7, 2008 at 12:25 PM

    See? I knew you had a "working" heart in there. :)

    And the blog thing? Pretty much always starts out for Self I think...least with most of us. The "cherry on top" is that others take the time to read. :) Then the "chocolate sprinkles?" That some take time to comment. :)

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  7. AnonymousOctober 8, 2008 at 2:26 AM

    My heart works fine, maybe too often overtime and that's why I on some level try to ignore it. Also, I see the stats and know the paltry few hundred visitors I get a day who don't leave messages, which I don't always either, but they also are important to know about, but you're right about the ones who comment being the sprinkles.

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  8. JasmineOctober 12, 2008 at 10:50 AM

    Man, can I relate. Nice post.

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