Marlena. We don’t do well apart, John and I. We’ve learnt this the hard way. Our need for each other is just too great. Our love consuming; all encompassing. It destroys anything in its path just to be. Ask Roman. He flew me home from Europe for Mother’s Day. To be with our boys. To be with …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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