“Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever.”― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See “The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor WitShall lure it back to cancel half a Line,Nor all thy Tears wash out …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.