I don't know if you can hear me, Or if you're even there. I don't know if you will listen to a humble prayer. You once listened to me, or so I believed when I thought I was protected by your grace. When to me as the saying goes, ignorance truly had been my bliss, …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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