Love. It is a choice. It is a way of life. It is a hard road to travel sometimes. On the best days, it is easy and fun and wonderful. On the worst, well, you have to work at it. We are all different. Opposites attract. The key is compromise. It can't always be my way, and it can't always be his. Sometimes, we have to make "our" way. He gives; I give. Sometimes, I give more and sometimes, he has to give more. In my younger days, well, I used to say, "It's my way or the highway!" I remember feeling that if I gave an inch, then I would continue to give in, and I'd wind up losing all together. As I've grown older, I've discovered that in a true compromise, there are no losers. When we get along, we all win. I've realized that a relationship is worth only what we each put into it. It's only as hard as you make it.