When I was only 13, I fell head-over-heals over a boy named Joseph. Of course, it was only puppy love, but to me I felt it right smack in the middle of my heart. As I grew older, the love I felt for this young man grew stronger each day. Five years had passed. I was now 18 years of age and he was 17. One summer night, he and I had decided to go for a ride. We parked underneath the full moon that night and he asked me if we could start dating officially. I responded with a big YES. Apparently he had the same feelings for me that I had for him. About a month passes and I'm running errands in town one afternoon and my mom pulls me over to the side of the road. She had big tears running down her face and this sudden darkness came over me. She broke the news to me that my love had passed away the night before. He and his cousin were driving along a curvy road at a high speed. His cousin was at the wheel. Anyway, he tried to make a sharp turn but he was going too fast and they crashed into a nearby ditch. Chris, his cousin, died instantly and my boyfriend apparently walked a distance down the road and fell back into the ditch and drowned. I was so heartbroken. A couple of weeks had passed and I was still asleep one morning when my sister (14 years of age at that time) went to my mother in the kitchen and asked her what that young man is doing sitting on my bed just looking at me. My mother responded, "What guy?" My sister went to show her but there was no one there, just me sleeping. My mother asked my sister to describe this young man to her. My sister's description was: Light brown hair, Army pants and a red and black checkered flannel jacket. Note: My sister never really knew my boyfriend, she only met him a couple of times before. Well, when I finally awoke, they told me of the bizarre situation and the description of this guy. I was shocked! I had goose bumps all over my body when they told me. You see, this is the exact description of my love. His favorite outfit was that old pair of army pants and that red and black checkered jacket.
Jays note: This is another great story from Cindy.