I was engaged to my high school boyfriend, about to get married and live a life I no longer wanted. After breaking up with him, he insisted that I go on our planned honeymoon anyway... alone... and I wasn't about to say no.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think that I'd meet someone. I wasn't looking for love, but it sure seemed to be looking for me- in the shape of a six-foot tall, tanned, professional surfer named Diego. Our time together was filled with passion and unlike anything I'd ever experienced in my small town.

I went to the North Shore one kind of woman... but I came back completely changed.

Now what am I going to do about it?