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I like presents as much as the next person, but I am not mad for them, not mercenary for them, not one of those people who requires them in order to believe in a person's caring for me, nor am I someone who can be bought. Well, that's a lie, I can be got, but not with material things.
I've received a lot of little gifts from friends recently, big and small items, and I love the things I've been given - but it is not the items themselves that are precious, it is the giving, the giver, the fact that somebody thought of me, the fact that someone has figured me out well enough to pick something out for me that is just right. It is the spirit, the intent, the atmosphere, and so on, that get to me more than the items themselves do. The giving makes you feel loved, I suppose, appreciated, thought of, important.
What gets me most, though, what has always got right into my gut in ways that no material gift ever could, are gifts of the self, the soul, sharing, secrets, trust, faith, inspiration, creativity - give me of yourself, and you've got me, I'm hooked, there.