I sat on the far side of the room looking at the two people I loved most in the world, him in the chair to my left, her on the couch to my right. The pain and sorrow was palpable in the room. I was 25 — a free loving hippie, flower child who sang …
I sat on the far side of the room looking at the two people I loved most in the world, him in the chair to my left, her on the couch to my right. The pain and sorrow was palpable in the room. I was 25 — a free loving hippie, flower child who sang …