My grandfather used to say young love is like a shooting star zooming across the sky. It burns bright for a moment but fades into nothing in the blink of an eye. A long time ago, I met a boy who meant the world to me. But fate had other plans. I had to make a tough decision and break his heart. Moving far away from him was the only way I could save us both. He became the hotshot hockey player he was destined to be, and I have the...