Everyone deserves a second shot at love.Five years ago, my life as I knew it was tragically upended when my wife and unborn son were killed when they were struck by a drunk driver. People often quote that as the years move on, so will my grief. It hasn't. My grief the past five years has been a sickening mix of remorse and guilt, but when I add the idea of moving on into the volatile concoction, the guilt aspect of my grief becomes crippling. Every breath I take without Jorgie feels like I am betraying her. So shouldn't spending even a second without her on my mind make it hard for me to breathe? To me, it should, and it's been that way the past five years. . . until I glanced into a pair of pretty green eyes clouded with mistrust and anguish.For the quickest moment, she made me wish I could go back to the man I was before I lost everything. To know what it felt like to breathe without heaviness sitting on my chest. To smile without guilt. To enjoy the company of a beautiful woman without feeling like I am betraying my wife. I would have given anything to become the man I used to be just for the chance of easing the pain in pretty stranger's eyes. For her to see the man I was before I was broken.My wife's favorite saying was that you can't fight fate. But fate only brings people together; it is your heart that chooses who gets to stay. But can a man without a heart help a stranger heal hers? Or will my grief break her even more? I guess only time will tell.