Picture Perfect August 22, 1997. It was eleven years to the day since their first wedding ceremony. She could hardly believe it was real, that it was actually happening. The sun was rising slowly, the clouds parting to reveal a soft blue sky, a picture perfect day for a wedding. As she glanced at a …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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