Marlena sat on the couch in the living room. She attempted to read, but nothing could keep her mind off of how much she missed John. He had been in Paris for over two weeks, and Marlena was helpless without him. She talked to him almost everyday, but that wasn't enough. She needed his arms …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 