Unexpected

Life is funny, isn't it-the way lives intersect, the whole 'it's a small world concept'? Sometimes the intertwining can be funny, sometimes awkward or unwelcome. Sometimes it can be absolutely heavenly.

I would love to tell my story that's been written this week, but it will have to wait. I don't know where it will go- not even the next chapter. I am aching to skip ahead, to peek past a few pages. There are so many questions that don't and really can't have answers yet.

Tonight, I will have to settle for hoping. My head will hit the pillow and replay every moment scene by scene. And just maybe, I'll be able to write the next line in the paragraph.