Wrong Person, Wrong Place, Wrong Thing.......

Not supposed to be there. The words came to me today as I sat in the waiting room of a doctor's office thinking of an evening I spent last year with someone in what seemed like the perfect person, the perfect place, and the perfect thing. But it was all wrong. It made me think. And I had plenty of time to think because waiting rooms aren't called waiting rooms for nothing. This was one very long wait. The perfect time to reflect on how when everything seems perfectly right, it can all be perf...