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Waking up to the setting of the morning sun. The long hours and shallow days wait. I'm left with the wonderment of thoughts left unsaid. An occupied chair next to my well made empty bed. In this life's adventure, what are we left with? Could it be anything more than Friends & Memories? Really in the end we're all just one or the other. We seem to quickly forget the beginning, leaving quickly for another. Who hasn't been disenchanted with this life? To find that those who should care the most are often the first to go. Those who spout the promise of an unconditional love only to pass equivocal judgment to suit their own position. If you could choose your legacy, which would it be, the Friend or the Memory? A friend is a companion who generously gives. Someone who knows you and in spite of our weaknesses holds out affection and love. What really is love to the jaded and the pained? Or is it as with other things in life, it is easier to define what it is not. Love is not jealous, it does not brag, it does not get puffed up or behave indecently. If they said they loved you, why did they tear you down? Why did they hurt you and search for ways to keep themselves above you? Love does not look for its own interests, does not become provoked. Demanding things their way, manipulating and easily becoming enraged, is that love? If they love you, they wouldn't hold you back for their own benefit, rather they would conduct themselves as a servant to your interests, to your benefit. Yet even when we are about to make a poor decision, and love could not possibly let us do so, they wouldn't become provoked towards us. Rather out of love they would speak up to call us to our senses, patiently hoping and trusting in us to respond to love. Seeing their words as not words of rejection or correction but as ones of guidance and support to protect us. Love does not keep account of the injury. Rather love forgives, never looking for any level of revenge. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. Love is long-suffering, patiently waiting until the opportune time. Love is kind, selfless and real. Do we think of all of that when we tell someone we love them? Yet really isn't love shown through actions more than words? Without the actions wouldn't our love hold the weight of a setting morning sun? Love is more than just what happens between the comfort of cotton sheets. It's really everything that happens in-between. The keeping of a promise, the gift without a motive, it's in these which love is found. Remember how their eyes widened when you said those three little words the first time? Where did we lose the weight of these, and go from Friends to Memories? In the end I can only speak for me. I remember all who have said they loved me and the trivial nature of it all. And yet was there a failure in me? Did I not love completely? Or was the completeness in that single scene? It's not enough to just say words today; in fact I watch closely what I say. If I ever said I loved you it was true. I didn't love you for me, I loved you for you. Whether a friend, a brother, a parent or a lover, I never have used those words with a freedom that is so prevalent in this world. Even those whom haven't heard it, look at the works I have done in your behalf. See the love I have for you, and my commitment to be your Friend rather than a Memory. Committed to try and be what it was you may have a need. A confidant to whisper secret words, or a friend to explore the treasures of this world, or a man to love you in the face of all that could be wrong with life. Though Love can ride at different temperatures there are still consistencies in every situation. I haven't chosen to love you for what you might give to me. Rather I love you for the person you let me see. For the intimacy of trust and companionship in the face of the storm of life. I chose to love you because I wanted to give from myself so you may have more than you would without. Never has there been an expectation of anything to be given in return. Perhaps this is both my greatest accomplishment and failure. Because regardless of my selfless sacrifices I have more Memories then Friends. Yet I have no regrets in this life, as I wake up to the setting of the morning sun.

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Waking up to the setting of the morning sun. The long hours and shallow days wait. I'm left with the wonderment of thoughts left unsaid. An occupied chair next to my well made empty bed. In this life's adventure, what are we left with? Could it be anything more than Friends & Memories? Really in the end we're all just one or the other. We seem to quickly forget the beginning, leaving quickly for another. Who hasn't been disenchanted with this life? To find that those who should care the most are often the first to go. Those who spout the promise of an unconditional love only to pass equivocal judgment to suit their own position. If you could choose your legacy, which would it be, the Friend or the Memory? A friend is a companion who generously gives. Someone who knows you and in spite of our weaknesses holds out affection and love. What really is love to the jaded and the pained? Or is it as with other things in life, it is easier to define what it is not. Love is not jealous, it does not brag, it does not get puffed up or behave indecently. If they said they loved you, why did they tear you down? Why did they hurt you and search for ways to keep themselves above you? Love does not look for its own interests, does not become provoked. Demanding things their way, manipulating and easily becoming enraged, is that love? If they love you, they wouldn't hold you back for their own benefit, rather they would conduct themselves as a servant to your interests, to your benefit. Yet even when we are about to make a poor decision, and love could not possibly let us do so, they wouldn't become provoked towards us. Rather out of love they would speak up to call us to our senses, patiently hoping and trusting in us to respond to love. Seeing their words as not words of rejection or correction but as ones of guidance and support to protect us. Love does not keep account of the injury. Rather love forgives, never looking for any level of revenge. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. Love is long-suffering, patiently waiting until the opportune time. Love is kind, selfless and real. Do we think of all of that when we tell someone we love them? Yet really isn't love shown through actions more than words? Without the actions wouldn't our love hold the weight of a setting morning sun? Love is more than just what happens between the comfort of cotton sheets. It's really everything that happens in-between. The keeping of a promise, the gift without a motive, it's in these which love is found. Remember how their eyes widened when you said those three little words the first time? Where did we lose the weight of these, and go from Friends to Memories? In the end I can only speak for me. I remember all who have said they loved me and the trivial nature of it all. And yet was there a failure in me? Did I not love completely? Or was the completeness in that single scene? It's not enough to just say words today; in fact I watch closely what I say. If I ever said I loved you it was true. I didn't love you for me, I loved you for you. Whether a friend, a brother, a parent or a lover, I never have used those words with a freedom that is so prevalent in this world. Even those whom haven't heard it, look at the works I have done in your behalf. See the love I have for you, and my commitment to be your Friend rather than a Memory. Committed to try and be what it was you may have a need. A confidant to whisper secret words, or a friend to explore the treasures of this world, or a man to love you in the face of all that could be wrong with life. Though Love can ride at different temperatures there are still consistencies in every situation. I haven't chosen to love you for what you might give to me. Rather I love you for the person you let me see. For the intimacy of trust and companionship in the face of the storm of life. I chose to love you because I wanted to give from myself so you may have more than you would without. Never has there been an expectation of anything to be given in return. Perhaps this is both my greatest accomplishment and failure. Because regardless of my selfless sacrifices I have more Memories then Friends. Yet I have no regrets in this life, as I wake up to the setting of the morning sun.