When I was just fifteen years old, I met the most amazing guy in the whole wide world... David.
Dave and I became close friends while attending drivers ed together. I was the smart, preppy honours student, he was the jock. Needless to say, we disagreed on many subjects, but he found my uninhibited, fear nothing, say what's on your mind attitude adorable, and although I chided him for it, I secretly found his repulsive, crude sense of humour charming. When school started in September, we were inseparable.
He asked me for advice with girls, I used him to get to his cute friends, it was an all act. While we were both at the junior prom, he dedicated kci and Jo Jo's "All My Life" to me, and he took my hand, led me to the centre of the dance floor, and held me close through the whole song. When it ended, he asked me to be his girlfriend, saying he had loved me since the moment I told him how repulsive he was at the back of our drivers ed classroom the summer before we became sophomores.
We dated steadily. On the night we graduated our senior year, he slept over and we made love for the first time. I was so happy I cried. David wiped my tears away as we both fell asleep.
I guess your wondering why this tale of love is in the heartache section. Two weeks after David proposed to me, he was killed by a drunk driver on his way to work. When I found out, no amount of words could describe my pain. I attended his funeral and sobbed with his mother and older brother, both of them just as grief stricken as me. I wrote David a letter, ending it with "I'll love you forever, Davie" and put it in his coffin... I want him to know that, no matter what, I will never love anyone as much as I loved David, my first love, my last love... my everything.