She'll never forget that night, as long ago as it may be. The rain, the thunder, him and his touch. She loved him, regardless of what everyone else said and believed he loved her too. She was only 17, he was 22 but that meant nothing to her she felt he was the rest of her life, but don't we all the first time we fall in love?

She shared a part of herself with him that no one else would ever get, she trusted him with her heart and soul and in the end she payed the price that love so often costs us all.

It took her months to finally pick herself back up from the pieces he left her in, the pain, the tears, the sleepless nights she spent awake wishing, hoping he would walk through that door and hold her in his arms so tight like he used to. But she knew it wouldn't happen, deep down she knew it, but she didn't want to believe it. Her mom and dad tried so hard to console her, but no amount of love could fix her heart or fill the emptiness he left so she cried again and again until she ran out of tears to cry.

Ten years later she had graduated high school, finished college, had a husband and a little girl. She stood beside his grave with a single white rose and sat and talked like she was talking to him. "I'm sorry I never came before, I hope you can understand...I love you and always will...I miss you everyday and I think of you every time it rains." she placed the flower on the grave, "I will never forget you or the love we had" she walked away.