sayjaime

So, it has only been a couple of months but I’ve come to realize that being a girlfriend of a mechanic is kind of a job description, in & of itself. All relationships take work (of course) but in my case, it takes LOTS & LOTS of work, patience, & understanding. As much as I know that he loves & misses me, I also know that the “auto shop world” he lives in will always come first, unless something is terribly wrong with me. Honestly, I hate it sometimes for purely selfish reasons BUT I do love his talent, his drive, & his passion so much more than I hate all of those other things. I’m proud of everything he has accomplished thus far & I know he will continue to strive for more because that’s the type of person that I have grown to love & know. Even though I have nothing to do with his talent, knowledge, or determination, I feel like I’m a part of something really wonderful & big. I can’t imagine a better man to have as my companion & a better passion for him to have. It’s a give & take, & at the end of the day, whether it’s hearing from him every night or watching him sleep, it’s all worth it because no great love ever came without great struggle. I love you<3

"Even the simplest words you can ever say to me like, “Good Night and Sweet Dreams” can be so satisfying."

-sayjaime.tumblr.com

- 21 May 2012

Happy

Me, I don’t want a happy ending. Happy endings are the saddest parts. Give me a happy middle. With a happy start.

- 20 April 2012

Done

After every chapter, I can’t tell you that it isn’t going to hurt. But I can guarantee that every close door has another opening. Sometimes things fall apart in order for greater things to fall together. I’ve never been so sure of something in my life and suddenly have it get ripped out of my chest. But to everyone who is reading this, I write this with compassion. I understand you feel hurt, I understand you feel like you have no meaning anymore, but take a great look at what life has to offer to you. Look at all the other things in life that do matter. Today I had my heart ripped out of me from someone I thought cared for me. I am not ashamed to cry. I am not ashamed to tell you I am hurt. Real bad. But what I am ashamed of is letting him get to me. Let him get into my conscience. There is so much tolerance I may have to offer for him that I know now he can never give to me. So I write to all the people who had there heart torn or felt they had no more purpose in life just because someone walked out. You can make it through. Cry if you must. But I promise you, every wound eventually heals.

Stay Beautiful.

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