Sometimes I camp out by myself. Getting away just kinda helps me clear my mind. Today, as I thought about a developing friendship, I was reminded of a poem. It had this central question, "Is it harder to count on someone, or know that you are being the one counted upon?" Anyway, there's this part that goes, "if equal affection cannot be, let the loving one be me." Have you ever read that one? It's one of my favorites.