She walked into my life when I was 17. Actually, I walked into hers. I applied for an after-school job at her photography studio. I fell for her at first glance. She was my first love. Actually, she was my first at a lot of things, and when she walked out on me, she broke my heart.I thought it had healed. Then I saw her again and as corny as it sounds, looking into her eyes was like coming home. The question is, can old hurts be forgotten, and can...