JOHN I silently watch her from the doorway. There she is playing with our children as they enjoy bath time with their mommy. I long to be in that bath with them. I would be laughing with them, smelling their baby fresh hair, rubbing her calf beneath the water. It would be perfect if only...I …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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