Ten years ago, on a cold dark night, someone was killed beneath the town hall lights…. That time is mostly a blur to me now, like shadows. It’s an enigma really how only light can bring to life such dark shapelessness. And contrary to all the fears and insecurities that I know he harbored, …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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