Eyes. I used to know those eyes. They spoke to me, revealed secrets, filled my heart. Blue, brilliant and searing. The colour of the ocean, innocent under smooth skies. No more. Now they are eyes of a stranger. Grey like the sullen sky that longs for the first breath of spring. Now they only keep …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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