Finally, after having traveled for so long that He needed to sit..and rest...He did..Pondering the things One ponders.  Fate, things seen and felt, and perhaps only because He was human, a single tear ran out the corner of his eye, wiped away quickly.  Less human, and  quietly unnoticed by Him momentarily, at the place where the tear touched Earth, an amazing thing happened.  A flower pushed itself out of the  ground...incredibly beautiful..almost singing in its beauty.  Then, He noticed it, growing there...and the part of him that made him Master of himself smiled inwardly..strong and knowing.  Its beauty came from them both (for he had shared the tear with it in his tiredness,  while it struggled in the Earth )..and it had grown towards him..loving what he gave.  In this way, in the oddest sense...they served each other.  The beauty became them, both together..it was the food of life.  

Never make a priority out of someone who sees you as an option.  I know my needs..someone faithful..attractive to me..someone who is there for you and loves that you are there for them..and respects that deeply..needs it.  Less than that, is not good enough...at least not for me...I have learned that lesson..I have  walked..a long walk 

The above sounds gentle.  Do not make the error of presuming that a taste  of the prison strap would not happen if necessary..to a count...