“You’re wrong if you think I’m going to let you go.” In a flash he has moved across the room, to the door that I am about to exit. If only I had been a moment quicker, I would be away from him, away from the feelings that I get when I am around him. …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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