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Things Are What They Are And There's No Point Dwelling In The Past Or Wondering What Could Have Been.

Maybe That's What It All Comes Down To. Love, Not As A Surge Of Passion, But As A Choice To Commit To Something, Someone, No Matter What Obstacles Or Temptations Stand In The Way. And Maybe Making That Choice, Again And Again, Day In And Day Out, Year After Year, Says More About Love Than Never Having A Choice To Make At All.

Recognizing That There Is More Heartbreak In Continuous Disappointment Than A Void.

One Way Isn't Better Than The Other; They're Just Different.

Although I'm Sure There Are Plenty Of Tall, Gorgeous, Life-of-the-party Guys Who Are Also True To Their Wives, I Happen To Believe That A Disproportionate Number Of Them Are Cheaters.