I want to tell myself everything that I wish I would have known sooner; however, I never do. Although it is a painful wound that seeming will never close, I do not wish to change the past. Everything happens for a reason, and I do not want to put my own selfish desires, before God’s plan. As I talk to the young man, I pretend to be someone else. I go by the name Jon. I listen and remember as he pours out his heart to me, like he always does when I have this dream. “So, Jon, have you ever been in love?” With a smirk on my face, I know exactly where this conversation is going. It used to hurt to talk about Anne. At first, I couldn’t even bring myself to have the conversation, but now, it is my favorite. “Do you mean with a woman, or myself?” Shmuel leans back, balancing his chair on its two back legs and laughs, “Don’t play with me old man.” Shmuel’s words are playfully cruel. His defiance and rebellion brings back vivid memories of when he was young, playful, and dumb. I neatly fold my hands together on the table before us, and wait. I listen to all he has to say about the love of his life, Anne. He talks about her fiery red hair that matches perfectly with her attitude, about the freckles on her nose, and about the way she sometimes snorts when she laughs. He tells the story of how he took her boating on their first date and how the boat had flipped over. Shmuel had thought that the date was ruined, but to his…