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Maybe It's For The Best...

I've had 2 days to think, and process everything. I've had a priesthood blessing, and the support of my friends to help me. I know there will be hard moments to come, but for right now I've accepted things. I've come to the conclusion that perhaps Stanley's decision to call off the friendship is for the better. For both of us, at least for right now. All we did was fight it seemed, constant stress on both of us. Neither felt we could entirely lean on the other, and if there is one thing I've learned it's you can't have any kind of relationship without trust as your base. I might get into trouble for saying that on the Internet, but I see no point in lying or running from the truth at this point. Also, I find the question "are you okay" to be a rather stupid question right now. Of course I'm not okay, but I will be... and I think if maybe you understand my thought process you'll understand why I am so calm, and at peace so soon.

The benefits: He won't have the constant "She's in love with you" thrown at him. Maybe he'll find someone he can trust fully and entirely and I pray they know what is okay to share, and what is not... and Lord please let them be too stupid to use a damned computer. He won't have to always worry about my health issues, or keep promises. There won't be so much for him to remember, and he won't get a guilt trip whenever he skips church. There won't be so many distractions so maybe he'll get all his work done on time. No accidental phone noises during class because I don't ever remember which class is on which day. He might get a full nights rest every now and again. Neither of us will have to hear "you two fight like an old married couple" ever again. Praise the Heavens! I won't have to fight with myself whenever he makes a promise to do something only to feel the disappointment when he breaks said promise. No more 'hell week' at the end of every semester. No more over thinking every little word or action when I'm with him, afraid that someday he'll believe someone when they say "She's in love with you" because my friends I've had that fight with him one too many times. No more having to say "I'm not romantically attracted/interested in him. I love the way we are, and I have no intentions of changing anything." No more shopping trips to express.I'm just going to sum this entire thing up LESS STRESS!!!

The Downfall: We had so many traditions and plans for the future. Jamba Juice will never be the same. The eye conversations we'd have because no one else got the joke. We had so many inside jokes, songs, movies, flower, walkway, season, holiday, house style, restaurant, store, the list goes on... for crying out loud we had a freaking painting/artist. The song suggestions. Christmas... oh Christmas... that one is probably the thing I'm going to miss the most. Temple square, The Grand America, Christmas day, and the letter every year. We still have tickets for the Draper Temple opening. I don't know what I am going to do with those. We were so close, and despite the fights and constant broken promises, I still felt some trust in him and I know he had the same issues with me, but he couldn't stop all the trust either. There were moments when I'd hear or see something and I had to call him because he'd find it just as funny as I would, that goes both ways... I think just about everything we did like that went both ways. We rarely had to finish a sentence. He was the only person I could depend on to always give me the entire truth. No matter how brutal it was. He always just understood. I knew I could call him and he'd just let me rant and vent. Then he'd either help me figure out how to fix it or tell me I was being stupid and to just suck it up. He always knew everything I didn't. If ever I had a question I'd just say, "I'll ask Stanley, he'll know" he always had the answers... stupid brilliant people. The constant car troubles he'd always have, all I could do was laugh and get him what he needed because he didn't know what to do. Birthdays were always spent together. The BHS musical every fall. Sundays, and the notebook conversations. He was my very best friend. I'm never going to meet anyone like him again, and that is just a cold hard fact.

I haven't ever been a person that could hide in my bed as the day passed me by. Even in the hospital, despite the tubes, sore muscles, pain, whatever, I insisted on raising myself up and sitting. I don't cry very often because as I see it, it doesn't fix anything. All it does is give you a headache. And for heavens sake it is okay to smile and laugh. I'm not going to scream and throw things. I'm not going to fall and suddenly have a wild break down. The time for that passed. All I can do is accept what is happening. Try to pick up the pieces and move forward. I am so calm, accepting, and at ease about everything, because the instant the call ended the first thoughts in my head were 'Everything happens for a reason, and the Lord has my whole world in his hands.' I've had experiences most people haven't had in a lifetime and I'm only 20 years old. I've always seen the world in a different way. It makes for interesting times, and frustrating moments, but I've learned to rely on the Lord for everything. I have complete faith in the Lord, and in whatever he is doing. I trust that he has his reasons and that all will be okay in the end. I understand where Stanley is coming from, and so I will respect whatever he chooses to do. Stay gone or come back. I won't force myself upon him, but I won't hide from him either. I'm not going to run from what we had. It was special and unlike anything I've ever heard of. I don't think I'll ever get it back, but it was amazing while it was alive. I pray that someday I might be able to have some semblance of that again, whether it is with him or someone new. I wish him the best, and pray that he finds whatever he is looking for. So, if you see him give him a smile because he is hurting just as badly as I am, and he could probably use a smile and a hug just as badly as I could.


Perfect- Maren Ord

Here's To You...


Reason Why - Rachael Yamgata

I wish you well, and hope you find whatever you're looking for. So, I will head out alone and hope for the best. We can pat ourselves on the back and say that we tried. And if one of us makes it big, we can spill our regrets And talk about how the love never dies. But you and I, you and I know the reason why...

French Lesson...

la verite... est tout ce qui importe en la fin

The Truth... is all that matters in the end.

An Ending.

I have hurt one of the best people I have ever known, and I get to deal with the repercussions of it. I have been asked not to contact him, and I am going to respect his wishes. I hurt him more deeply than I could have imagined, and someone he truly cares about. For the pain I caused, I will always be sorry, but I cannot and will not take back the feelings I had behind what I said. I was told I was the most selfish person he had ever met, and maybe that is true, for him. As for right now the only thing I can do is move forward. Take what I have learned from him and maybe better myself even if it's just a little bit.
I would like to apologize to all of those I have hurt. I never thought my words could go so far. I should not have said any of that publicly. If I needed to vent it out, I should have just put it in a journal, that I kept to myself. I didn't have the full picture, and as such should not have made assumptions. I guess it is true, ass-u-me... Please learn to spell assume from me. Save yourself the heartache, the public humiliation, and the hurting of other people who do not in any way deserve it. I gave a false portrayal of someone I know nothing about, and an even worse portrayal of someone I care deeply for.
For however far this post goes, I hope it at least reaches the person I never got the chance to meet. I won't mention their name out of respect, but I hope they know who I mean, and I hope they find it in their heart to forgive the person who shouldn't be blamed and give him another chance. .

Lesson For Life...

Remember the next time your mad at someone it takes 47 muscles to frown at them, 4 to hit them, and only 2 to raise your middle finger to them...

That is all...

Oh My Word I'm Giddy!

So... I think I'm in like with a boy named Austin...
I don't know what to do with myself.
We talk... morning to ... well... morning technically...

Similar in almost everything.
Different in enough things to make it interesting

Hitch... he's been trying to break up with his girlfriend for about 3 weeks now. We've been talking for 1 1/2 so I know it's not my fault...

What to do! What to do...?

Oh gosh... I'm rambling...

Twitterpation.
Never been my favorite thing...

Sunday Love Child, And A Visit To The E.R.

Stanley and I took Cameron with us to church this morning. Now, as we are constantly asked if we are dating we knew there would be some double takes, but for the most part everyone there knows who we are and that we are just friends. Despite this, Stanley and I were asked no less than 3 times if he was our baby! We were a bit late to church this morning. We missed the first block, but made it in time for sunday school. We had a few people glance our way, but nothing dire. Sacrament went fairly smoothly. Cameron slept through the majority of the meeting. When he woke up he was a bit fussy, so Stanley took him. He calmed right down and went back to sleep for a bit. When he woke up the second time Stanley handed him to me and fished through the diaper bag until he found the bottle. I left with Cameron to warm up the bottle using a sink and warm water. I had to walk back into the chapel as I couldn't get the top of the bottle off. Stanley of course gave me a patronizing look as he popped the top of with little effort. We successfully made it through the rest of sacrament and into the cultural hall for linger longer. That was when the attack happened. Suddenly we were swarmed in a mass of single women. Asking if he was ours, how old he was, the name, and the weight. Stanley excused himself to go and help with the bringing in of chairs and tables. Slowly the single girls left and the older married ones came and took their place. Ruby, the bishops wife held him for a bit while Stanley left to go and get us Hawaiian Haystacks, and found us a table. I took Cameron back and we sat for a bit. The bishop stopped by our table to inquire as to who's baby we were tending. Patting Stanley on the back, gave us a knowing look and said... "you two will make wonderful parents." Will these subtle hints never subside!? 1. I was in the hospital 6 months ago, fighting for my life. 2. I didn't think I came across as fat... 3. The baby doesn't look anything like Stanley... Still we were asked if the baby was ours. What a funny bunch of people. If anyone knows of any homecomings or weddings going on let us know. Stanley and I have decided we should just bring him along wherever we go and tell everyone he is our love child. Make things easier on people and prove for a good laugh between the both of us !

Look at this handsome little man!

(Stanley was such a gentleman! Opened all my doors, held out all my chairs, and even served me a plate during the linger longer! He carried the diaper bag for me while I carried the baby, and then took the fussy baby from me, held him tight and buckled him into the car for me so he wouldn't be cold while we were outside. He really is quite sweet at times.)
Thursday night Stanley took me in to the Jordan Valley Emergency center. I had been driving home from a play at Pioneer Theatre when I was hit with a sudden migraine and the feeling of my left side being on fire. No warning. There were black spots in my eyes and I knew if I didn't pull over at the soonest moment I would surely hit someone. I don't know where I pulled over or how I managed it, but I was able to turn into a parking lot and text Stanley. I asked him if I could come and get him. After a bit of thought and no response from him I started to type my thoughts process out. I wound up sending them to him, heaven only knows why, but the next text he got was. "Maybe I should just try and make it to Jordan Valley on my own." he responded right as soon as he got that and said that it was alright if I came to get him. I don't know how I made it to his house, but I managed it and he kicked me out of the drivers seat and into the passenger seat. He asked if I needed to go to the emergency room, and I couldn't honestly tell him. I was in enough pain that I couldn't tell you where it hurt anymore, just that it hurt. He requested that I try and get some sleep while he drive. He woke me as we approached Jordan Valley and asked if I needed the emergency room. I still could not say. He asked what was going. I explained to him what had happened and where the pain was when I had texted him. We tried the insta-care on 2700w and 9000so. It had closed at 10pm and it was now past 11pm. I suggested we go home and see if my mom knew of any 24 hour insta-care locations or had a number we could call when out of nowhere the pain escalated and I thought my insides were going to explode. It felt as thought my lungs had collapsed, my liver, kidney, and appendix were going to burst forth out of my abdomen. I whispered "emergency please." Stanley hit the gas and sped us back to Jordan Valley. He parked the car directly in front of emergency and half carried me through the doors. He explained the situation to the nurse, grabbed the paperwork, sat me down and filled out the paperwork to the best of his knowledge, waited until my breathing had slowed and asked me for the rest. The nurse then called for us to come behind the glass to as to fill out the computer work, get vitals, and take us to a room. Stanley left my side to go park the car, and made it back in time to help me explain my medical history and what all was going on right then. We followed her to a room, again with Stanley supporting me. (Had I been fully aware of things this would have been humiliating) I was instructed to change into a hospital gown and sit on the bed. In all his knowledge of my oddities he asked me if I was folding my clothing. "yes" I responded. "Jess, stop it right now. Do not fold your clothes" he whipped around the curtain and pulled my folded stack of clothing out of my hands, unfolded the sheet, sat me down on the bed and covered me with the warmed blankets. I kept trying to apologize for everything and he kept telling me it wasn't my fault. I finally relented as a fresh wave of pain swept through me knocking my breath from me once again. Brandon, our first nurse came in to introduce himself. A woman replaced his presence and presented paperwork for me to sign. Stanley left to get the both of us some water, and I curled up into a ball. Once Stanley resumed his pacing Brandon came back in to stick me with an IV (Stanley hadn't ever seen one put in before.) take blood and find out what all was going on. After being the first nurse ever to make it in the vein on the first go round he left. About 15 minutes later an older woman in purple came in to take me down for a chest x-ray. Stanley was left to pace the room alone. I started shaking and the ladies started to "Oh you poor thing" me as they read my medical history charts, and watched me begin to shake even more violently from the cold. I was wheeled back in to the room and both the purple nurse and Stanley pulled the first 2 blankets off of me and put 2 new warmed one on me, with the 2 cooler ones on top. It was about 1 am at this point. Stanley had an 8am meeting with his committee pres., and a 1pm meeting for the Truman scholarship (to which, he is a nominee!) He was having a conversation with my current crush as well as our mutual friend Sunnie. Explaining to them what was happening at the moment and letting them know how I was doing. He was making regular phone calls to my papa. What a good friend I have! The doctor did a regular run through of putting cold hands on my stomach and pushing where it hurt. Listening to my lungs and heart. I wound up having to give a urine sample, and Stanley and I proceeded to wait for another hour and a half while they tried to figure out what was going on. She came back in and informed us I had a bad UTI (I'd never had one before. Stanley had to explain to me what it was) and an upper respiratory infection in my lungs. Joy... Not going to lie, at first it was a bit humiliating to have all of this happening with Stanley there, but after a bit I refused to let it embarrass me and chose to appreciate the fact I had my best friend there. No one else would have cared for me as well as he did. He rarely left my side, and tried to comfort me as best he could. He walked with his arm around me to support my weight and refused to cave when I tried to insist I was alright after the first bit of painkiller wasn't strong enough. He knows me too well, and for that I am truly grateful! When we got home around 3:45am he refused to let me come with him and my mom when she took him home. He insisted I go straight to bed. He made me promise I would go straight to sleep, no movies, no toying around, just sleep. I'd scared him enough for one night. How blessed I am to have a best friend like him! He sent one final text to inform both my crush and Sunnie what we had found out. He handed my mom the prescriptions so I would be sure get them, gave me a goodnight hug and watched as I walked up the stairs and into my room. I wasn't terribly happy about being made to go to bed instead of accompanying him and my mother, but knew it was for the best. Stanley and I both agreed the doctor was stretching to find a reasons behind all the pain, but it seems I've stumped the medical world again. As we have all learned, the real culprit behind the pain will show his head when the time comes, and it will serve it's purpose in happening at that particular moment. As for right now, I think this experience has helped me both in my efforts to fully trust and rely on Stanley, and in learning to appreciate him in all he does for me.

The Dating List...

Falling in love is not at all the most stupid thing that people do - but gravitation cannot be held responsible for it. -Albert Einstein

Thursday - Bryant
Friday - T.J.

Austin, I am hoping will happen soon enough...

There you have it my friends... the dating list of Jessica Meredith Gustafson. Don't ever say I didn't tell you. :)