Love lost is love found. Today, I discovered how much I missed a lost love. I believe that love stripped down to its core is sacrifice. When you feel strongly about something, you make sacrifices for it. Sometimes it goes beyond logic and reason. In fact, sometimes you make the choice to be hurt yourself instead of hurting who you love because their happiness supersedes your own. Love is simply when you are happiest when making the ones you love happy.

I made a choice not too long ago that involved a simple, non-romantic kind of love, although I didn’t know it at the time. In fact, I didn’t know it until about 45mins ago when I turned a key and an engine rumbled back from oblivion. A smile crossed my face and I felt at home again.

My Chevelle lives. At one time, I thought that car was a curse. Now I know it is no more a curse than my mismatched ears. That Chevelle is a part of who I am. I had a chance to sell her after she broke down last month. The guy offered more than she is worth, but I couldn’t do it. That little car and I have been through a lot together. I still won’t have her back till next week, but that drive tonight was all I needed to remind me how much I love that car. Thanks to Jeff down at Star Auto for everything!


Current mood: drunk
Currently reading: The Invisible Man by H.G. Wells


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