Six years ago I was young, dumb, mostly drunk, and a little bit in love. We were a good looking couple, freshly 21 and a year and a half into dating we just knew we had to live together. I loved him, and I knew it—I wanted everyone to know it. Sometimes I wondered if he was too good to be true, he was just so pretty. He made me laugh, actually he made everyone laugh. He was always the life of the ...