Okay so I don't want to bore you on the first page, so here it goes….
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Prologue: Miracles do happen… so I have heard…
They do happen and so I have heard… they do. People who were once doomed to their wheelchairs can suddenly get up after prayer and walk, or after years of praying the mother awakens to find that, the long lost son has finally returned… I am sure you get the picture now. But if you don't the picture is this; miracles are made of stern stuff. They are not for the faint hearted. They are hard to come by or to understand. Miracles are rare and stirring. They happen to exceptional beings. Nothing is ordinary about a miracle; it is only fair that it is reserved for that caliber.
This is what doesn't qualify my miracle as a miracle. It's not as catching. It's less dramatic. I don't know what qualifies a miracle but I know mine isn't fit. I am not stranded on a wheelchair or missing a son that has been gone for many years, for a miracle to be a miracle it needs to be big. But if a miracle needs to be big, just how big? Is Jacob a miracle, he is mine. I know nothing has happened between us but who knew I was capable of falling in love with someone I know, someone I talk to. He's not into me, granted but I feel like I'm finally approaching it- that normal kind of love… that does not exist in books, in Hollywood flicks, or with a married man over the phone (all this will explain itself as it goes) I just feel that if I achieve Jacob then I achieve normality. I have balance in my life. I have finally found something that I could reach; found a dream that could come true.
That's my kinda miracle.
A miracle is to expect that elusive phone call from him even as I know I have never given him my number. But in my mind, I have the idea that he has made some grand gesture, like ask my friend Alice for my number, no matter how difficult it must have surely been for him to look so weak. He did it… for me because spending some time with me was that important for him. In my head I have this idea that he steps up, as a man, asks me out.
That kinda miracle would be great because even though it is not grand, the fact that I could be sitting in the same table with him is my kinda miracle. Small in the massive scale of miracles but being loved by a man that I love is a miracle worth having for me.
A miracle I pray will come true.
So then, welcome to my blog. It may be disappointing for you that it's all just about regular things. A love feature, confusion is the main character and understanding is rare. That's what happens when ordinary meets ordinary; ordinary happens. I love a man that doesn't know, I have never done drugs and my obsessions are too stupid to talk about because I am addicted to passing time writing screenplays. This though is still my favorite show and I come back because I wouldn't want to miss a minute of my life.
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