She sat quietly, staring up into the inky velvet of the sky that was broken here and there by a million tiny pin pricks of stars. A childhood promise came to her and she softly spoke. “Star light, Star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have the …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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