Diary of A Married Woman: Novel

My thought went back to Blessing, how I wished he was here to share the moment with me and watch the rain fall. I thought about the way he usually talks to me, look at me and the way he touches me. These thoughts are not strange to me at all because at night, whenever I'm lonely, I often think about him. Whenever I feel disenchanted, which is often these days, I think of him. And most importantly, whenever I needed to remind myself how good a man could make me feel, I think about him.