Stephen
I was on my private plane with Laura, headed back to New York. Laura was seated across from me with her head buried in some book.
How did this blond firecracker come to mean so much to me? I’m willing to give everything up just so I do not ever lose her again.
They talk about finding lighting in a bottle. I guess that is what I have with her, but the thing with lighting in a bottle, it doesn't last, and it burns out very quickly. That's because lighting can’t be contained.
I watched Laura as she pursed her lips together, as she read, whatever it was she was reading. No, Laura isn’t lighting, she is like fireworks in the night, that explosion that is full of bright colorful light. And that is exactly what I need, a firecracker.
“What’s going through your mind?” Laura asked wi
