<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476094027872834723</id><updated>2024-09-09T03:06:30.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY DO WE LOVE THIS WAY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whydowelovethisway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4476094027872834723/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whydowelovethisway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>25champ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031759739084066386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiskPnSWjpOuPDprVpAAZ5j-DKl2cgmdPj-8QKv5y054TOxivluHTtFVO01wCZwKsetab-ZPH-JdWH3EFLtgaKE13jTvpFW261rOb5RRd7TW_NnUyUsfrpO-PXRQGFmW2o/s220/18279067_324201431330442_6296049742200574335_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476094027872834723.post-652033421477805425</id><published>2010-05-11T12:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:15:05.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Without You</title><content type='html'>By Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6vVfoXEdKc/S-msnDgmvEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/x6wirNxxtk4/s1600/Love.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470093009375116354&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6vVfoXEdKc/S-msnDgmvEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/x6wirNxxtk4/s400/Love.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t know if you&#39;ve been thinking about me. But I have been thinking about you. I feel like my other half is gone somewhere far away. I sure didn’t plan for our departure. Every day for the past 9days since we last spent time together, all I could think about was you. Like was you thinking about me and the kids, funny pastimes we shared, intimate moments from gazing into each other’s eyes to having deep conversations or while pondering on deep thoughts to enjoying us. We have so much in common and ahead of us. We hold hands while cuddling up together watching TV shows. Imitating characters from our favorite movies, finishing each other’s sentences or just being able to look into each other’s face being able to tell what one another&#39;s thinking without saying a word. Talk about &lt;strong&gt;Chemistry&lt;/strong&gt; :-) not to mention incredible sex. With all that being said, there’s nobody I’d rather spend my time/days with than you good and bad ones. &lt;strong&gt;I Love You&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whydowelovethisway.blogspot.com/feeds/652033421477805425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whydowelovethisway.blogspot.com/2010/05/lost-without-you.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4476094027872834723/posts/default/652033421477805425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4476094027872834723/posts/default/652033421477805425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whydowelovethisway.blogspot.com/2010/05/lost-without-you.html' title='Lost Without You'/><author><name>25champ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031759739084066386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiskPnSWjpOuPDprVpAAZ5j-DKl2cgmdPj-8QKv5y054TOxivluHTtFVO01wCZwKsetab-ZPH-JdWH3EFLtgaKE13jTvpFW261rOb5RRd7TW_NnUyUsfrpO-PXRQGFmW2o/s220/18279067_324201431330442_6296049742200574335_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6vVfoXEdKc/S-msnDgmvEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/x6wirNxxtk4/s72-c/Love.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476094027872834723.post-7361135948723322229</id><published>2010-02-22T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:11:37.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6vVfoXEdKc/S4K-qznSWMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KikAoPfsgOI/s1600-h/thumbnailCAHJ0D72.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441120942435752130&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6vVfoXEdKc/S4K-qznSWMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KikAoPfsgOI/s400/thumbnailCAHJ0D72.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Was it me that said those words ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Or was it my mind that is filled with those insults, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;opinions,and desires that will never be told,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;because in all actuality I think before I speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Is it all a dream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;or did &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;I act&lt;/span&gt; out this life scene &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;without any compassion for your feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;or any guilt in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Did I ignore your cry or neglect your needs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;while wondering around like nothing happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Was I so drunk with unresolved emotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;that I forgot that you were a person standing before me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Something had to have happened, why else would you cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Did I &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;OD&lt;/span&gt; on love to the point where I have become numb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;or did I allow life to frustrate me to the point where I can&#39;t breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Either way I hurt you with no intent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;and I&#39;m sorry for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;I thought I had control, but obviously I didn&#39;t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;My &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;unconscious&lt;/span&gt; mind &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;prevailed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;and I&#39;m no longer me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;So it&#39;s best that we move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6vVfoXEdKc/S4K-Gc1vwOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/20QDevmKxdA/s1600-h/thumbnailCAHJ0D72.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whydowelovethisway.blogspot.com/feeds/7361135948723322229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whydowelovethisway.blogspot.com/2010/02/unconscious-mind.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4476094027872834723/posts/default/7361135948723322229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4476094027872834723/posts/default/7361135948723322229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whydowelovethisway.blogspot.com/2010/02/unconscious-mind.html' title='Unconscious Mind'/><author><name>25champ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031759739084066386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiskPnSWjpOuPDprVpAAZ5j-DKl2cgmdPj-8QKv5y054TOxivluHTtFVO01wCZwKsetab-ZPH-JdWH3EFLtgaKE13jTvpFW261rOb5RRd7TW_NnUyUsfrpO-PXRQGFmW2o/s220/18279067_324201431330442_6296049742200574335_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6vVfoXEdKc/S4K-qznSWMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KikAoPfsgOI/s72-c/thumbnailCAHJ0D72.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476094027872834723.post-8920036862335480161</id><published>2010-02-19T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T12:42:27.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6vVfoXEdKc/S372eESWI3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/R_eaKfsC75Q/s1600-h/Trees.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440056396317336434&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6vVfoXEdKc/S372eESWI3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/R_eaKfsC75Q/s320/Trees.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lost in the blindness of Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spring comes&lt;/strong&gt; and goes like a breeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;sending us into the &lt;strong&gt;Summer&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;where the heat warms our souls with passion, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;causing us to head into &lt;strong&gt;Fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; without a worry in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;While we watch the leaves come off the trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;and before you know it here comes&lt;strong&gt;Winter&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;as I wrap myself in you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;so I can go into complete hibernation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;waking up to realizing that a year has gone by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; and that my love 4 you is ever increasing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; because you weren&#39;there just for a season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whydowelovethisway.blogspot.com/feeds/8920036862335480161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whydowelovethisway.blogspot.com/2010/02/seasons-of-love.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4476094027872834723/posts/default/8920036862335480161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4476094027872834723/posts/default/8920036862335480161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whydowelovethisway.blogspot.com/2010/02/seasons-of-love.html' title='Seasons of Love'/><author><name>25champ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031759739084066386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiskPnSWjpOuPDprVpAAZ5j-DKl2cgmdPj-8QKv5y054TOxivluHTtFVO01wCZwKsetab-ZPH-JdWH3EFLtgaKE13jTvpFW261rOb5RRd7TW_NnUyUsfrpO-PXRQGFmW2o/s220/18279067_324201431330442_6296049742200574335_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6vVfoXEdKc/S372eESWI3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/R_eaKfsC75Q/s72-c/Trees.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476094027872834723.post-8918962460477288893</id><published>2010-01-27T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T11:40:09.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It&#39;s Never Too Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6vVfoXEdKc/S2CWVNuLEAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qeLBjYS3_eo/s1600-h/hallway.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431506441813561346&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6vVfoXEdKc/S2CWVNuLEAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qeLBjYS3_eo/s320/hallway.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Our eyes have met&lt;br /&gt;Blushing occurs&lt;br /&gt;With words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;We can feel each other’s stare&lt;br /&gt;Garnering interest, &lt;/div&gt;but stuck In the moment;&lt;br /&gt;not knowing which way to break the ice&lt;br /&gt;We don’t speak, only connect&lt;br /&gt;Just a hallway away&lt;br /&gt;Unable to capitalize on the moment&lt;br /&gt;With a series of bad decisions&lt;br /&gt;Our paths continue to cross&lt;br /&gt;Hearts drawn, but still unable to speak&lt;br /&gt;Life continues to hand us despair&lt;br /&gt;Avoidable relationships&lt;br /&gt;If only words could have been spoken sooner&lt;br /&gt;When opportunity knocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It&#39;s Never Too Late&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve finally talked&lt;br /&gt;A Match made in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;10 years without words&lt;br /&gt;Without any regrets&lt;br /&gt;Just ready to move forward&lt;br /&gt;3rd time’s the charm&lt;br /&gt;Rewarded for all of the pain&lt;br /&gt;With lifetime of Mrs. Added to your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whydowelovethisway.blogspot.com/feeds/8918962460477288893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whydowelovethisway.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-never-too-late.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4476094027872834723/posts/default/8918962460477288893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4476094027872834723/posts/default/8918962460477288893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whydowelovethisway.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-never-too-late.html' title='It&#39;s Never Too Late'/><author><name>25champ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031759739084066386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiskPnSWjpOuPDprVpAAZ5j-DKl2cgmdPj-8QKv5y054TOxivluHTtFVO01wCZwKsetab-ZPH-JdWH3EFLtgaKE13jTvpFW261rOb5RRd7TW_NnUyUsfrpO-PXRQGFmW2o/s220/18279067_324201431330442_6296049742200574335_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6vVfoXEdKc/S2CWVNuLEAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qeLBjYS3_eo/s72-c/hallway.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476094027872834723.post-7130132380982977756</id><published>2010-01-08T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T07:43:54.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Crush: The Perfect Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6vVfoXEdKc/S0dSoSOkzxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Lu3Hv7Q_180/s1600-h/CAO5LTE1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424395128232267538&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6vVfoXEdKc/S0dSoSOkzxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Lu3Hv7Q_180/s400/CAO5LTE1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remember like it was yesterday when I had my first crush. I was in the 6th grade and her name was &lt;strong&gt;Toi Barnhardt&lt;/strong&gt;. Wow! She was the perfect girl and I don’t mean sexy like I hear some of young guys talking. I mean cute, sweet, everything that a girl in the 6th grade should be. I thought she was the best thing since sliced bread and assume everybody around me was crazy for not liking her. It’s true! She was so clearly this perfect, amazing girl and I was honestly so confused with the fact that she wasn’t swarmed with pre-pubescent boys, that I tried to examine her critically, looking for flaws that I hadn’t seen before. Unsuccessful at this attempt to find something wrong her, I realized that people have different taste. In the 6th grade that was a profound message to me. She may have been the perfect girl to me, but that doesn’t mean that she was perfect for everyone else! Anyways….I was shy and I didn’t say anything to her, but I did give her some fries and a piece of my primetime pizza at lunch. That’s pretty much the sum of our relationship. I guess I didn’t have my swag yet &lt;strong&gt;lol&lt;/strong&gt;. In some way it was pretty naïve for me to think that everyone would like this girl, but another way it was to me really romantic you know? I thought she was, objectively, the &lt;strong&gt;best girl ever&lt;/strong&gt;!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whydowelovethisway.blogspot.com/feeds/7130132380982977756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whydowelovethisway.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-first-crush-perfect-girl.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4476094027872834723/posts/default/7130132380982977756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4476094027872834723/posts/default/7130132380982977756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whydowelovethisway.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-first-crush-perfect-girl.html' title='My First Crush: The Perfect Girl'/><author><name>25champ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031759739084066386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiskPnSWjpOuPDprVpAAZ5j-DKl2cgmdPj-8QKv5y054TOxivluHTtFVO01wCZwKsetab-ZPH-JdWH3EFLtgaKE13jTvpFW261rOb5RRd7TW_NnUyUsfrpO-PXRQGFmW2o/s220/18279067_324201431330442_6296049742200574335_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6vVfoXEdKc/S0dSoSOkzxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Lu3Hv7Q_180/s72-c/CAO5LTE1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476094027872834723.post-8254241316431200878</id><published>2009-12-28T12:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:34:02.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the price of a &quot;One Night Stand&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6vVfoXEdKc/SzkVGsYBJfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1i6w06zwORA/s1600-h/picture+of+passion.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420386831252399602&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6vVfoXEdKc/SzkVGsYBJfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1i6w06zwORA/s200/picture+of+passion.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; display: block; height: 160px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 119px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In a world where one night stands are common occurrences, are we really prepared for repercussions of these sexual encounters? Are we actually equipped to handle what affect these experiences will have on our mind, body, and souls? Can you walk away from these occurrences with your reputation and dignity intact? I’m going to break these “One night stands” down into three parts mind, body, and soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Mind refers to the aspects of intellect and consciousness manifested into combinations of thought, perception, memory, emotion, will, and imagination. First things first did you actually think about this decision thoroughly? Were you prepared with contraception? Did you actually plan it out or was it a random act? Were you emotionally connected to the individual or were you able to walk away without any regrets? Did you do it under your own will, were you manipulated or under the influence? Is your partner someone who does this all the time or are the both of you doing it for the first time? While most cases people wouldn’t know half these answers. This is just an example of how the risks out way the rewards because the only reward is pleasure which isn’t a guarantee either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Your Body is supposed to be your temple, and you supposed to protect it at all times. Did you know that every time you have intercourse with somebody that they become a part of you? Are you able to except that reality? Did you think about the risk of pregnancy and the risk of catching sexually transmitted diseases that can kill you or stay with you for life? According to the American Social Health Association 19 million new STD cases are reported in United States every year. Your body is to be respected and not worth the risk of damaging because of one night of passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Soul is the spiritual or immaterial part of a human being. It is what many believe gets you into the kingdom of Heaven. Intercourse is supposed to be under God, between Husband and Wife, and used for the purpose of procreation. Now I’m no saint, but if you got a chance to make it right: then make it right. Why put your soul up for collateral, while living your life lateral, choosing passion over judgment. Deception over reputation and not realizing the real lies that are used for the opportunist to take opportune time to help agonize, demoralize, and hypnotize you into ignoring your spiritual obligation. In the end is a “One night stand” worth the price of your mind body, and soul.&lt;br /&gt;
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