“I miss you, Meg. I’ve missed you for the past ten years. Haven’t you missed me?” The man who broke my heart ten years ago is back in our small town. Adam Ducate. My best friend since birth. His gorgeous blue eyes made him the object of every girl’s fantasy in our entire school. But it wasn’t just his perfect looks. He read biographies on the US presidents for fun. He could count to 100 in seven different languages.