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All Give, No Take

Giving - that's what love's all about. To try to give everything and sacrifice everything for another person, no matter the cost to yourself. I know that sounds downright mushy, but that's what love is. In my book, at least.

One of the things I've learned throughout the years is that no matter how much of yourself you give to another, its just pure foolishness to expect, or even at least hope, for something in return. People are naturally selfish - that's a fact. Of course that applies to me as well; that's why I there are times when I get disappointed whenever things get one-sided - and I'm not on the recieving end.

But I love her, so all discussion ends there.

The story of my life.

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One last thing before I hit the sack.

I realize I haven't been posting as much as I want to (ha, Captain Obvious), settling for the occasional photo.

Still, I just want to give out a big thank You to the Guy Upstairs, for blessings and what I pray to be good things to come.

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