I met her years ago. I didn't know her story, I just knew she was skittish. I knew she was beautiful and strong and I knew I wanted to know more of her. And yes, I wanted to be more than just her friend. I wanted everything with her. I thought I saw interest in her eyes, behind the worry, behind the insecurity, behind the need for peace. I told myself I would be her peace. But then she disappeared . . . He scared me. There...