It was about 27 years ago. That is when it happened. I still think about it, wake up in the middle of the night wondering "why'd you do it Red? Why'd you bring this upon yourself?" The truth is I really don't know. At least now I don't sleep alone, not anymore. A man lays with me, healed from his broken past. Why couldn't I be like him? Why couldn't I just let it go like Hook? I know now. How could you forget tearing your love to pieces? His name was Peter.