I stare at her from across the room… her brown eyes so intense as she gazes hotly back at me. She is on Roman’s arm, her stomach slightly swollen with his child. I wish that it was my child… I wish that she would let me be with her through this pregnancy… I want to …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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