I don’t really do Nicholas Sparks. Sure, I’ve seen the movies because I wouldn’t be woman {hear me roar} if I didn’t. But I don’t read the books. Pssh, who needs romance…
I don’t really believe in chance. But, I do believe in God and the crazy things He’s done in my life. For the last five years, I was in what I like to describe as a black hole of love. A bad break up of a long-time relationship left me bitter and completely uninterested in love of any kind. They say time heals all wounds. Perhaps, that’s true. Either way, time/God/call it what you want, took me on a journey of heartache, sorrow, depression, and healing. Eventually I could see a pinhole of light in my black hole.
And at some point I climbed out, content in my new permanent life of solitude.
I was fine with that.
Then it was November and “in the blink of an eye, something happened by chance – when I least expected it – setting me on a course that I never planned, into a future I never imagined.” {Paraphrased}.
I went to dinner.
And by dinner I mean, pie. Sometimes the best things happen over pie and coffee. Then pie and coffee turns into etouffee and hot sauce. And then etouffee and hot sauce turns into wine and late night conversation.
We were supposed to go to dinner and then go about our lives as forever friends. Forever friends from a distance. But, Someone had other plans. Buckle up kids. This is gonna be one crazy ride.
I am fine with that.
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