Running smack into one man while trying to get to another wasn't part of the plan. I never meant to plow into him. I was upset, running from a pain that only followed. The fact that he needed me was not only a blessing, but an omen as well. I could get far, far away from the agony and never look back. I could get to the one man who I wanted to suffer. He would never see me coming. It was the perfect unplanned, plan.I was the blinded one, oblivious to what was impending. Propositions and untied shoes, lies and runny noses, betrayal and pretend; all things I never saw coming. Unconditional love was forced down my throat, compelling me to do things I had to do.