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	<title>Comments on: Soulmate or Strollmate?</title>
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		<title>By: HiMY SYeD</title>
		<link>http://commonplacer.wordpress.com/2007/05/30/soulmate-or-strollmate/#comment-6925</link>
		<dc:creator>HiMY SYeD</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 12:11:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Love is like breathing
 Sometimes you only notice it
 Once it stops


 


  Your entry title is deceptive and had me hooked until I got to the end of your post and realized it was the opposite of what I was thinking when I began reading it.

  Your &quot;Strollmate&quot; insight is spot on!

 &quot;... But I think that is what love is. Endurance, quiet and unquiet companionship, respectful spaces and the ability to weave mercy into a cover for each other. You know, a strollmate. That’s my definition of a soulmate. ...&quot;

 
 Upon reflection I need to update how I began this comment...



  Love is like strolling
  Sometimes you only notice it
  Once the walking stops 


   SubhanAllah, I miss my strollmate.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Love is like breathing<br />
 Sometimes you only notice it<br />
 Once it stops</p>
<p>  Your entry title is deceptive and had me hooked until I got to the end of your post and realized it was the opposite of what I was thinking when I began reading it.</p>
<p>  Your &#8220;Strollmate&#8221; insight is spot on!</p>
<p> &#8220;&#8230; But I think that is what love is. Endurance, quiet and unquiet companionship, respectful spaces and the ability to weave mercy into a cover for each other. You know, a strollmate. That’s my definition of a soulmate. &#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p> Upon reflection I need to update how I began this comment&#8230;</p>
<p>  Love is like strolling<br />
  Sometimes you only notice it<br />
  Once the walking stops </p>
<p>   SubhanAllah, I miss my strollmate.</p>
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		<title>By: commonplacer</title>
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		<dc:creator>commonplacer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 02:41:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Sunshine girl, bumbaiya and american muslim, thanks for further thoughts on this.  A topic to be revisited I&#039;m sure.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sunshine girl, bumbaiya and american muslim, thanks for further thoughts on this.  A topic to be revisited I&#8217;m sure.</p>
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		<title>By: americanmuslim</title>
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		<dc:creator>americanmuslim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jun 2007 07:01:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have fumbled around in my mind the very same question which you have posed here. What is love, or rather, what does it mean to feel love, to be loved, to be in love?

Quite simply, I have come to a realization, that it doesn&#039;t matter how much someone, or someones love you, but we all have to love ourselves first. When we have this confidence in ourselves, we can open ourselves to others.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have fumbled around in my mind the very same question which you have posed here. What is love, or rather, what does it mean to feel love, to be loved, to be in love?</p>
<p>Quite simply, I have come to a realization, that it doesn&#8217;t matter how much someone, or someones love you, but we all have to love ourselves first. When we have this confidence in ourselves, we can open ourselves to others.</p>
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