I hold tightly onto the little fingers wrapped around my own as I watch her young face and chubby cheeks closely. She’s looking at an old photograph and I am happy to stand and wait. Well, perhaps I’m not. Standing and waiting means there is time for emotions and discomfort to surface again. Busy …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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