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You Can't Quantify Love, And If You Try, You Can End Up Focusing On Misleading Factors. Stuff That Really Has More To Do With Personality-the Fact That Some People Are Simply More Expressive Or Emotional Or Needy In A Relationship. But Beyond Such Smokescreens, The Answer Is There. Love Is Seldom-almost Never-an Even Proposition.

Hush Little Baby, Dont You Cry, Dont Cut Your Arms, Dont Say Goodbye. Put Down That Razor, Put Down That Light, It Maybe Hard But, You'll Win This Fight.

Love As A Verb. Love As A Commitment.

How Different This Moment Feels, For So Many Reasons. I Tell Myself That No Two Loves Are Identical - But That I Don't Have To Compare Anymore.

Then He Continues His Rant,saying, "and Even If I Didn't Know Them, I Know Their Type." "and What Type Is That?" She Asks,leaning Foward In Her Chair,yearning For Confirmation That He Gets It,that They Are Like-minded In Their Observations Of Others And The Circumspect Way They View The World. "oh,let's See," He Says,rubbing His Jaw. "superficial.artificial.sheep. They're More Worried About How They Come Across To Others Than Who They Really Are.they Exhaust Themselves In Their Pursuit Of Things That Don't Really Matter.