Where the Night Ends in Bloomington, MN

It only takes one night-one moment, one small snippet of time-to change everything. At sixteen-years-old, Sebastian Baxter taught me that. He taught me a lot of things .He never had to work for my heart. In some unexplainable way I think it had always belonged to him anyway. We spent years loving each other, hurting each other, trying to forget each other, but no matter how hard I tried, I could never erase the memory of him. His eyes, his smile, his touch-these are all things that are embedded in my brain, tattooed on my skin, and etched into my heart. Some might think our love story is over, but deep down I know it's only just beginning. Because it's not about where the night begins, it's about where it ends...