• I met him him when i was fourteen. Who is he? His name was Brad and he was seventeen. He had black hair, green eyes, and full, oh-so-kissable red lips.I loved him at first sight but i didnt know it yet. I looked at him and said, "Hi. I'm Nellie and you are?"
    He said, " I'm Brad."
    He grabbed my outstretched hand and he pulled me in for a hug. I froze momentarily, and then hugged him back.
    Now lets skip a few months ahead to when i lost the baby. I'm alone with him and I'm in that dark place, the night of losing the baby. I don't realize I'm crying until i feel his arms around me and the brush of his lips on my hair. I turn into his embrace and cry. Later i tell him the whole story. Its then i realize i love him.
    Now we'll skip a few more months to the night he makes his move. We're alone and we are talking. THen he kisses me. I pull back and said, "What are you doing?"
    He said,"Something I've wanted to do since i met you."
    I said,"I've wanted this,too."
    Then i kiss him. Then the door opens and in walks two of our friends. We hear: "Oh my god."
    We spring apart the moment gone. They leave but its too late.
    Ok lets skip to the last time i saw him. He's drunk and he gets on a four wheeler. He hits a tree' laughs' and then it flips. I hear a sick crunching sound as his skull cracks and a snap as his neck break. The four wheeler catches and hes gone. I miss him every day but i know hes happy in heaven.User Image