Two months and a jukebox ago, I met a man in a tie-dye shirt who was rough around the edges to say the least. Somewhere between the steamy nights and sweet nothings, I found myself as I got lost in him. Fast forward to today. Imagine my surprise to see the same man on the news for being one of the world's most dangerous men. Now that I know who he is and what he's done, my little secret is going to be harder to keep than I originally thought. Because now all that I'm left with is a ghost of him.