The last thing I needed after a breakup was to move into an apartment next door to a guy who reminded me of my ex, Elek. Only Damien turned out to be a sexier version of him. And my neighbor, whom I nicknamed “The Angry Artist,” had two huge dogs that kept me from sleeping with their barking. Damien didn't even want to know me. At least that's what I thought until one evening I heard laughter coming through a hole in my bedroom wall. It turned out that Damien had heard all my phone conversations with the therapist and now knew my deepest secrets and vulnerabilities. We got to talking, he gave some good advice about breaking up with an ex, and over time he became my good friend. However, Damien made it clear that everything would end in friendship. The problem was that I still continued to fall in love with him. And as much as he pushed me away, I knew Damien felt the same way, because his racing heart couldn't lie. I used to think that Elek broke my heart, but no, it continued to beat, and it beat for Damien. One could only hope that he would not trample him.