A couple of months ago I was cleaning out my closet for my impending move home to Dallas, when I came across a box of letters my then-boyfriend and I had written to each other during my incarceration.  Curious of my mindset at the time, I skimmed through a few handwritten love notes, shocked by how naïve (and delusional) I sounded.  In each one, I gushed about how wonderful our...