wonder, wondering

Margot doesn't see the point in wondering. This is our life; there's no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers. I try, I really do, but it's hard for me to accept this way of thinking. I'm always wondering about the what-ifs, about the road not taken.

- page 10 & 11

I'm always just wondering. I wonder, a lot. About the possible, the almost possible, and the downright impossible. I wonder about strangers, mutual friends, close friends, best friends, family... I wonder a lot about them. There comes a few times when I wonder, if they wonder as much about me too.

(I could write my own book. *smiling*) 

No, scratch that.

Waking up at half past six is not the most ideal way of kicking start my mid-term break, but I guess it will do. Here's to a relaxing one week. For all of us! *smiling*