Jeff and Ann had been dating for only a month, but they knew they were in love. Soon they were spending all of their free time together. But things started going wrong. They'd fight, then kiss and make up, only to fight some more. Finally, Ann told Jeff it was over. She didn't love him anymore - besides, she wanted to date another guy. She said she loved me, said Jeff, crushed and bitter. I thought love was supposed to last. How can something so right...