The first thing I said on the first long distance call I've made in months, ?Jealousy ambushed me when I read your poem.?
I heard him bringing himself back to wakefulness, barely recognizing my voice across his drowsiness.
I pressed on, "Then I read your status, that you can only know how different I am by comparing me with the others, how bright is my start, by having me lain amongst the others. That's when I lost my jealousy and loved you again as you are.?
Love, like every other religion, is a practice.
reff : http://angsar.blogspot.com/2009/08/practice.html
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