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	<title>Comments on: Love is a Rose</title>
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		<title>By: Flowers Types Of Flowers Amy Rose</title>
		<link>http://chasingheroes.com/love-is-a-rose/#comment-831</link>
		<dc:creator>Flowers Types Of Flowers Amy Rose</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 04:33:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;strong&gt;Flowers Types Of Flowers Amy Rose...&lt;/strong&gt;

I didn't agree with you first, but last paragraph makes sense for me...</description>
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<p>I didn&#8217;t agree with you first, but last paragraph makes sense for me&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Lee</title>
		<link>http://chasingheroes.com/love-is-a-rose/#comment-498</link>
		<dc:creator>Lee</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 00:23:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I can see I'm not alone on the idea, that if I had made other decisions in my life, I wouldn't be where I am now, which is with a great guy, with a small tribe of grandkids. Still I do wonder what would have happened if I went to Florence. My mother predicted I would have stayed in Italy and married an Italian professor or something. She was glad I stayed home.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I can see I&#8217;m not alone on the idea, that if I had made other decisions in my life, I wouldn&#8217;t be where I am now, which is with a great guy, with a small tribe of grandkids. Still I do wonder what would have happened if I went to Florence. My mother predicted I would have stayed in Italy and married an Italian professor or something. She was glad I stayed home.</p>
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		<title>By: Chiron O'Keefe</title>
		<link>http://chasingheroes.com/love-is-a-rose/#comment-497</link>
		<dc:creator>Chiron O'Keefe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 18:29:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I made many sacrifices for love over the years. Though it always seems that I end up where I'm supposed to be anyway. Go figure.

And most recently I've watched a good friend sacrifice much for the sake of her newfound love. Ironically, the feelings stirred up were not of nostalgia but relief.

After years of sacrificing my heart, I found love with a wonderful man who is my absolute partner. Which means we both bend and we both give and we both reap the rewards of love. 

Maybe I've become a cynic, but when I look back to my own sacrifices I don't see Love. I see Need. I see Not Wanting To Disappoint. I see a complete lack of self-esteem. *rueful chuckle*

Not very romantic, is it? Yet I have sacrificed for my husband as he has done for me. I've been by his side in the hospital and had him care for me when I needed it most. There isn't a moment of giving that I regret. There's never a time when I feel he thinks His Life is more important than mine. Or if he does, I set him straight pronto!! *laughs* And he 'gets it', which is why we're still rocking strong at 12 years.

So... Love definitely means having to say you're sorry. But the person I would apologize to, all those years ago, was myself. For mistaking infactuation or neediness for love. 

Great post! Really made me think!

--Chiron</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I made many sacrifices for love over the years. Though it always seems that I end up where I&#8217;m supposed to be anyway. Go figure.</p>
<p>And most recently I&#8217;ve watched a good friend sacrifice much for the sake of her newfound love. Ironically, the feelings stirred up were not of nostalgia but relief.</p>
<p>After years of sacrificing my heart, I found love with a wonderful man who is my absolute partner. Which means we both bend and we both give and we both reap the rewards of love. </p>
<p>Maybe I&#8217;ve become a cynic, but when I look back to my own sacrifices I don&#8217;t see Love. I see Need. I see Not Wanting To Disappoint. I see a complete lack of self-esteem. *rueful chuckle*</p>
<p>Not very romantic, is it? Yet I have sacrificed for my husband as he has done for me. I&#8217;ve been by his side in the hospital and had him care for me when I needed it most. There isn&#8217;t a moment of giving that I regret. There&#8217;s never a time when I feel he thinks His Life is more important than mine. Or if he does, I set him straight pronto!! *laughs* And he &#8216;gets it&#8217;, which is why we&#8217;re still rocking strong at 12 years.</p>
<p>So&#8230; Love definitely means having to say you&#8217;re sorry. But the person I would apologize to, all those years ago, was myself. For mistaking infactuation or neediness for love. </p>
<p>Great post! Really made me think!</p>
<p>&#8211;Chiron</p>
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		<title>By: JIll James</title>
		<link>http://chasingheroes.com/love-is-a-rose/#comment-496</link>
		<dc:creator>JIll James</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 15:42:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>There are days when I wonder what path my life would have taken if different choices had been made. But, I wouldn't have the life I have now without what went before.  My one regret is that I didn't leave the rat I was with, instead I stayed until he tossed me aside. My self-esteem would have had a ton of building if I had been brave enough to just leave.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There are days when I wonder what path my life would have taken if different choices had been made. But, I wouldn&#8217;t have the life I have now without what went before.  My one regret is that I didn&#8217;t leave the rat I was with, instead I stayed until he tossed me aside. My self-esteem would have had a ton of building if I had been brave enough to just leave.</p>
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