Either good or bad, what memory are you going to carry with you?
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Going on spring break with the guy I was madly in love with ( he said he was in love with me, too) and sitting on the beach, watching the sunset. Talking for hours, and as the sun came up . . . he calls me Kate. The woman he's marrying. I'd dated him for three months and we had made plans for the future.1