Lost Love
We had been goin' out for about two months. I still remember
the first time I met her.
It was at a stormy football game. She was tryin' to get out of
the rain and she was soaked. We both wound up standing beside
each other under the bleachers.
We started in conversation and I found we were both 14. I was
surprised to meet someone this beautiful my age.
We stayed in touch for quite a while and went out on a few
dates. In all of my relationships, I have never found someone
who wouldn't treat me like dirt or use me to get back at an old
boyfriend.
I swore to her that when the time came, we would run off
together and get married. Of course, I don't know why we had to
run off, her dad and mom absolutely adored me.
Anyway, I gave her my senior ring as a promise.
But little did I know things would turn around.
We were drivin' home one night in my truck. We were headed home
from a party where I know a lot of the guys had more than enough
drinks. The road was slick from a recent thunderstorm that had
just passed by. We were talkin' and I took my eyes off the road
for just a brief second. All of a sudden, a car came out of
nowhere. Their headlights just seemed to come right for us.
All I remember after that was hearin' tires squeal, her scream,
and the sound of glass breaking and metal twisting.
The next thing I remember was sittin' in a funeral home with my
family members and hers. I over heard something about a drunk
driver hit us. And bein' in a funeral home, I thought the
worst. Is she dead?
I couldn't bear the thought of bein' without her. But she came
walkin' through the doors just at that moment. I was so
relieved! I ran up to hug her but she just seemed to walk right
through me.
I turned around and she headed for a back room. When she came
out, her eyes were filled with tears.
I blacked out, and when I came to, we were at a gravesite.
I saw my girlfriend again. As I walked up to talk to her, she
walked right by me.
She headed toward the casket. I saw her take my senior ring off
the necklace I got her for her birthday. She set the ring and
the necklace into the casket. Then she started to cry again.
Everything finally came clear to me, and I walked over to the
box of pine, peered in. Sure enough, it was me, lyin' in that
ol' pine box.
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This story goes out to those who have lost loved ones to the
effects of drunk driving.
Please, save a life. Don't drink and drive.
~Author Unknown~
Submitted by Donald Lynn Kimbrell, age 16
http://www.mountainwings.com/past/7320.htm
We had been goin' out for about two months. I still remember
the first time I met her.
It was at a stormy football game. She was tryin' to get out of
the rain and she was soaked. We both wound up standing beside
each other under the bleachers.
We started in conversation and I found we were both 14. I was
surprised to meet someone this beautiful my age.
We stayed in touch for quite a while and went out on a few
dates. In all of my relationships, I have never found someone
who wouldn't treat me like dirt or use me to get back at an old
boyfriend.
I swore to her that when the time came, we would run off
together and get married. Of course, I don't know why we had to
run off, her dad and mom absolutely adored me.
Anyway, I gave her my senior ring as a promise.
But little did I know things would turn around.
We were drivin' home one night in my truck. We were headed home
from a party where I know a lot of the guys had more than enough
drinks. The road was slick from a recent thunderstorm that had
just passed by. We were talkin' and I took my eyes off the road
for just a brief second. All of a sudden, a car came out of
nowhere. Their headlights just seemed to come right for us.
All I remember after that was hearin' tires squeal, her scream,
and the sound of glass breaking and metal twisting.
The next thing I remember was sittin' in a funeral home with my
family members and hers. I over heard something about a drunk
driver hit us. And bein' in a funeral home, I thought the
worst. Is she dead?
I couldn't bear the thought of bein' without her. But she came
walkin' through the doors just at that moment. I was so
relieved! I ran up to hug her but she just seemed to walk right
through me.
I turned around and she headed for a back room. When she came
out, her eyes were filled with tears.
I blacked out, and when I came to, we were at a gravesite.
I saw my girlfriend again. As I walked up to talk to her, she
walked right by me.
She headed toward the casket. I saw her take my senior ring off
the necklace I got her for her birthday. She set the ring and
the necklace into the casket. Then she started to cry again.
Everything finally came clear to me, and I walked over to the
box of pine, peered in. Sure enough, it was me, lyin' in that
ol' pine box.
========================
This story goes out to those who have lost loved ones to the
effects of drunk driving.
Please, save a life. Don't drink and drive.
~Author Unknown~
Submitted by Donald Lynn Kimbrell, age 16
http://www.mountainwings.com/past/7320.htm