Once upon a time, I had a love affair. It was just like many great whirlwind romances: happened quickly, I wasn't expecting it, and when it was over I wasn't really sure what it all meant. I felt like I had given so much of myself to something with nothing to show for it when it was all over. But I'd learned something - about myself, about the kind of woman I wanted to be, and about some other stuff too. Who was at the center of this torrid love story?