{"id":149,"date":"2007-03-19T08:19:55","date_gmt":"2007-03-19T15:19:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts-wp\/?p=149"},"modified":"2007-03-19T08:19:55","modified_gmt":"2007-03-19T15:19:55","slug":"they-wept-together-for-the-things-they-now-knew","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rhinoblues.com\/thoughts\/2007\/03\/they-wept-together-for-the-things-they-now-knew\/","title":{"rendered":"“They wept together, for the things they now knew.”"},"content":{"rendered":"

For his friends, he gives everything.<\/p>\n

Even when it is difficult or hurts.<\/p>\n

It always amazes him when others don’t (even though he’s seen it time and time again).<\/p>\n

It just seems so simple (even when it isn’t).<\/p>\n

And so his heart is torn…between passion, friendship and love.<\/p>\n

He wished to know her better, and now he does.  He wonders if perhaps the passion will be muted.  He steps away, as he feels he must, hopeful, yet expecting nothing.  <\/p>\n

He gave himself to the moments, worrying not about the past or the future (at least not much).  He is thankful for those moments, for they were wonderful. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

For his friends, he gives everything. Even when it is difficult or hurts. It always amazes him when others don’t (even though he’s seen it time and time again). It just seems so simple (even when it isn’t). And so his heart is torn…between passion, friendship and love. He wished to know her better, and … <\/p>\n

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