I can’t help it. I am filled with hope. I spoke with Him today, and while nothing is set in stone, there’s a possibility. I can live with that.
I won’t let myself think about what might happen. I won’t let myself fantasize. But hope persists. I can’t help myself, I’m a hopeful girl.
I’m also a girl who’s traveling on business, working 10 hour days, and I’m tired girl who feels decidely unsexy, so The Visitor and other sexy stories will have to wait. I can’t help but hope that the next sexy story I tell is reality rather than fantasy.