Page 111 of First Love, Second Draft

We don’t have a title yet.

It’s calledRain Delayed Love.

Probably won’t be the title.

It’s about a writer wooing back her super-sexy ex-husband.

Not at all what the story is about.

And they end up living happily ever after together.

That part is true.

What about our story? Don’t you think it’s time we wrapped up this memoir with our own happily-ever-after?

I don’t know if we can. This is a memoir, not one of my romance stories. Pretty sure someone once told me that everything can’t be tied up in a neat bow by page three-twenty-two.

Wise words indeed. But why don’t you give it a shot anyway?

Okay then. (Clears throat.) This is life. This is love. The pages keep going.

So far so good.

There’ll be heartache and disappointment and probably more tears. The end.

Well, they do say first drafts are always terrible. Want to try again?

Perhaps one more rewrite. All right. (Clears throat.) This is life. This is love. The pages keep going. No, we don’t know what awaits us on those pages, but Noah and I do know this. Whatever happens in the chapters to come, we’ll never stop clinging to God. We’ll never stop clinging to each other. We’ll never stop clinging to hope.

I’d say we found our perfect ending, babe. Now come on. Let’s eat dessert and celebrate. We’re finally done with this memoir.

But not with our story. And oh, dear reader, how we thank God for that.

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