It was a cold but beautiful February day. The sun rose, making the new fallen snow sparkle like diamonds. Marlena woke up with an all too familiar feeling. The feeling of deep sorrow, sadness, grief and longing sought through her body just like the sun rays through her bedroom window. Thankfully it was only on …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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