“You got a damn good story here. You should give it a name.”
Roger thought for a second, then it came to him:
Michael closed the journal and handed it back to Roger. Roger sat it down at his table and looked down to the journal.
“I am in control of my own destiny. God certainly doesn’t control it. And I wouldn’t expect people to understand or comprehend the reasons of my own journey.”
Roger stopped talking, grabbed his cup of coffee, and took a sip. He then placed the cup back on the table. Roger then continued:
“I realize now that it’s kinda, silly, really.”
Michael shook his head in disagreement
“Love is never silly, my friend.”"