I did a big dumb thing. I was young and searching for a job, a purpose, a passion that would ignite me rather than the other way around. I just knew my wick was in there somewhere. I had a job but I wanted a better one. I had a boyfriend, and I had developed this belief that he would follow me to the ends of the earth, that he would love me no matter what I did, or said, or sacrificed. And he would have, if I had been willing to do the same for him. He was smart, smarter than I ever gave him credit for, smarter than anyone I've met or bedded since. He knew what he was worth and he demanded it. And that is more than I can say for myself.