I know what it's like to have your heart split down the middle. One-half chases her. The other half chases after the lies, deceit, and betrayal. It's a burning ball of hell. Seconds, minutes, hours, and years all spent endured the depth of my own burning inferno. All of it runs together while life passes me by. Thirteen years ago, the woman I was in love with left me standing at the altar. Hurt. Broken. Humiliated. Some say thirteen is a lucky number. Me? I curse the number. Now she's back. Reminding me. Torturing me. She says things are not what they seem. That they weren't then either. Do I believe her? Do I forgive? Forget? Time and truth will tell.