I unlock the door to a place that is my calmness in the storm of my life. I enter, stepping over the threshold walking slowly to the lamp. I hesitate before I turn it on… knowing that once the light dawns the past will come back full force, once again. In some ways I haven’t …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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