She sometimes remembers a man. And wonders how he is. She remembers holding hands and walking in the mountains. She remembers watching him sleep and thinking that she could die right there and be happy.She remembers his laugh, his corny jokes. The stories that he tried to write. He told her about the bad things that he had been through. The wreck that killed his girlfriend. The horrible way that he treated his wife. His wives. He told her that he would NEVER do that to her. He lied. She loved his mother. She still does. She remembers thinking that she was finally in love. Really and truly, forever in love. She remembers thinking that he was such a good father. He's not. She knows the minute that it started to end. The very second. A cruel remark that he made to her. He allowed his children to say hateful things about her because she was older than him. She remembers knowing that he didn't respect her. Didn't respect any woman. He didn't think that a man was capable of being faithful. She has met one that is. She is very, very certain of one thing now. He is the loser. He will regret things when he is older. And she will smile.