Five years ago I met a man who gave me a night I would never forget. Forgetting was impossible when I had a reminder of him running around my house every day. It wasn't until I took a job in a different town that life gave us another chance. This time we weren't going to screw it up. This time I knew his name and who he belonged to. Revenge threatens to tear us a part and I want to run away from everything that had become to mean so much to me. There was no question in his mind of who I belonged to. There's nothing wrong with living in denial.