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Losing My Boyfriend

Writer, Age 17

I met him kind of randomly at a local gym. He was walking in and I was walking out. It was something straight from a movie. At first I didn't think anything of it, but about two months later he called wanting something more than a friendship. I agreed, even though it would be a long-distance relationship. I was 16, dating a 20-year-old United States Marine; I was out of my mind!

We talked on the phone and e-mailed each other constantly for about 6 months. He became my thoughts, my dreams, and I fell head over heels in love with him in a few months. We were even talking about marriage! Then the day came when he was finally getting some leave. I picked up the phone to hear him tell me that he was coming for Easter, and to expect him around 8 p.m. that Friday night. I was so excited that I told everybody: my family, my friends, and random people I happened to run into. I was on cloud nine all week: At last my baby would be here, and everybody would know how in love we are and how wonderful it is.

Then Friday came and Friday went, and he never showed up and never called. At first I didn't think anything of it; I figured that he probably had to stand duty and he couldn't get to a phone. I waited and waited, and about a week later I started to worry. Then, on May 4th, I got the phone call that I had been dreading. The officer said, "Ma'am, Corporal ------ passed away in a car accident Easter weekend. I am so sorry."

That officer had no idea that he had just destroyed my world, and with it all of my hopes and dreams. In one second I lost everything I held dear, and my life changed forever. It was a movie ending to a movie meeting and a fairy tale romance that was too good to be true. 

Here I am now though, three months later, surviving on strength I didn't know I had. I am 17 now, I'm about to graduate high school in December, and I plan to attend college in the spring. I picked up the shattered pieces of my life, and put together a beautiful menagerie of heartbreak that I hope will someday help to heal the pain of someone else's loss. I know that I will be okay because now I have an extra angel looking over me in heaven.

Last Modified Date: 1/10/2001