I met her when I was sixteen. I fell in love with her when I was seventeen. She brought me to my knees when I was twenty. I loved her against reason. I loved her against hope. I loved her against all odds. Now she's back, a constant reminder of what I lost, what could have been. I hate her. I resent her. I still love her. Can I forgive her... Will she be my end once again or my beginning?"
M. Robinson
