He came back to me 16 minutes and 59 seconds into Beethoven's Symphony no. 7. We parted amid tragedy, so it seemed poetic. Dylan O'Dea, my childhood sweetheart, had once meant everything to me. Now we were strangers, and honestly, after eight years I never thought I'd see him again. I lived in the world of the average, of getting paid by the hour and budgeting to make ends meet. But Dylan, he lived in the world of wealth and success...