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Just read this on emotional affairs. His went on for several years and comprised several thousand pages of exchanged messages. The best I've read on the subject. http://bit.ly/xwbua

From Writer's Digest Market Watch:



Popularity Of Amish Romances Soars: Bookseller Barnes and Noble recently reported that 15 of its top 100 religious fiction titles were Amish novels. Nicknamed "bonnet-rippers," these love stories are set in America's Amish communities. "Sex and violence do not play much of an open role. Drama tends to revolve around the comings and goings at church dances, teenagers testing the limits of Amish dress codes and behavior, or flirting with outsiders."



Let's write an Amish Horror story . . .

The thing about love is that it is a feeling we generate within ourselves.



Its components can be analyzed biochemically, labeled as surges of this hormone and that. I'm not saying this to minimize its essence, only to underline that



Love is not stable, it fluctuates, disappears, comes back with force, doesn't always feel exactly the same so that it seems disguised, and generally confuses the shit out of us.



If you recognize even the slightest semblance of it, I think it's important enough to recognize it and declare it, even if you risk the chance of it not being returned.



It's in you. You own it. The other person must deal with their own interpretation, fears, and biochemistry. That has little to do with you.



Love inside of you is like a luxury spa that you let lavish you with attention and adoration. It makes you sparkle. It's all about you. Enjoy the moment.

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EntwinedxHeart
02:35 Sep 21 2009

A truly beautiful entry...Food for thought of such a strong emotion of many colours...



xSx

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meeper
00:01 Sep 23 2009

I couldn't agree more.

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LibidinousLuke
19:57 Sep 24 2009

I have never heard it put better. But I am a little confused about how this plays out in a relationship if "it's all about you."

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Bloodmother
00:16 Sep 25 2009

It means that you can't control the recipient of your love, therefore defensiveness and holding back is a waste of time.



Enjoy the love you have to give. It not being reciprocated doesn't diminish the blessing of having love to give.



This doesn't mean that you're a pushover or a martyr or you take shit because of the love inside you.



It means that you love yourself for having love to give and feel sorry for the person who abused it. The pity party is brief. You move on.

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food4thought
21:06 Jan 23 2010

Very well written. Then love is never about giving?

Or do I not comprehend.

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PandorasBx
02:22 Sep 21 2009

Heh, boy do I have a good story to tell, more like a nightmare *ponders*.

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Drove to Pasadena on Saturday cursing my car cause the a/c decided to fail in 100 degree + heat. NPR filled with local news of the fire. A friend even called to make sure the reading was going on as scheduled. "The fire's on the hill up there, behind Pasadena City College."



Her words mean nothing to me as they have to do with geography, directions, where things are . . . my weak spot. Everyone knows I get lost, and if I don't get lost, I worry about getting lost and call constantly for updates on directions as if the lay of the land could have changed since my last call.

More like I daydream and miss my turnoff.



There must have been a ball game cause traffic through downtown L.A. was slow and everyone was exiting at Dodger Stadium on the right. Next, a line of cars on my left waiting to get onto the single onramp for the 5 fwy. The tunnels were brief and cool, then it was open highway on the 110 fwy. I pressed the accelerator down to make up for lost time, moving around the few cars heading in the same direction. Why am I always late for a reading in Pasadena?



I watched for cops while climbing a slight rise with a turn and there lay Pasadena and the mountain, more like a hill, behind it. A slice of moving fire was crawling up the side of it, living, sucking in oxygen, and exhaling a twisting coil of black smoke above it.



This was way different than what I've seen on the news, too real, too close, digitized images not able to capture the colors, the tangibility of its presence there, here, in my unforgivably hot car.



Today, the ash is falling.

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DarkWolfman
20:03 Sep 01 2009

Sounds like you guys in southern Cali are having a hard time with everything.

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smile4you45
14:34 Sep 05 2009

i'm sorry it sounds ruff.... my heart for you

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food4thought
21:09 Jan 23 2010

You have captured the away from the fire L.A. activity when fire is upon them. Nicely done. I was there.

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