Okay, so my left ear was burning last night for almost two hours. Like I mean beet red. Though, I'm guessing from the lack of right side itch, that Mr. Scratchy you were not part of that conversation? (From like 11pm EST till 1am EST)
Sitting here thinking about timing. And the fact I don't believe in coincidence. Everything happens for a reason when it happens to whom it happens to.
And listening to the guy who lives across the hall who every morning at 8am comes out to get a paper and sings Pasty Cline songs. Better then an alarm clock. Or the fact the lady in the apartment 112 here at mom's is clueless to the fact the older gentleman from upstairs in apartment 217 brings her a copy of the paper every morning because he's had a thing for her for years. He goes and collects a stack of papers from the news box outside the building every morning no matter what the weather, and brings her one. The rest he leaves in the front lobby. The lady thinks he goes door to door in the building for everyone dropping off the paper. I don't understand why he doesn't just ask her out?
Back to no coincidences. They say that when two people are destined to be together, they can't avoid each other. They say that like brings like and what you believe for you is true. They say that if you're looking/desiring/believing in a soulmate so is your soulmate because it's part of your destiny/fate. And I learned few years back to be careful how you word things, cause you never know when things will come true. (the old term be careful what you wish for should be; be careful how you word things cause you just might get it)
The guy across the hall just switched from "I fall to pieces" to "Crazy" always a sign he's got a coffee date later in the day.
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