At seventeen, I thought we'd be together forever. By eighteen, I never wanted to see him again. I had done well, I hadn't seen him for five years, until I walked into the lobby of Mistletoe Lodge for my best friends wedding and saw him leaning up against the front desk. At first, I wanted to confront him, to get some closure, so I could get on with my life. Then all the old feelings rushed to the surface again. The same chemistry...