I remember tussled hair and sweat pants. Eye lashes without make up and cheeks with natural blush. I remember lazy Sundays and midnight walks. Goodnight kisses and joint good morning showers. I remember ice cream shared on a stormy night. I remember intense breathing and Scrabble on Tuesdays. Naps with our babies and “I love …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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