Whomever said it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all should be shot. Better yet, drug out into the street, severely beaten, and left for dead. Billy loved. Loved so much he was ready to dedicate the rest of his life to one woman.

But then he lost her.

He just did not seem to be good enough. She tried to convince him otherwise, but just how can you believe what the woman who holds your heart in her hands says when she beds another..... but says she loves only you? So he wandered, quick hands lifting a picture for later memories..... or tortures..... thinking he would never love again, more so, determined to never love again. He never wanted to experience that severity of pain again in his life.


But, as the fates would have it, he would recieve a second chance while roaming the streets of St. Louis with a broken heart.