My Life Before...

I remember about 15 years ago, i was 16 and my first love was in high school and hated my parents for keeping us apart..

His name was R.J, short for Ronald Jr.. he was tall, dark, and handsome, and all the girls wanted him.. And he wanted me.. We fell in love and had plans to marry after high school, have a small family and live happily after all..

Until that one faithful day when it all came to an end and we were getting seperated.. We had two weeks and he was moving to another state. His father was a sargent in the military, and got stationed overseas.. What were we going to do? We had no jobs, no money, and no idea how our love would survive, if we couldn't be next to each other..

His father sat us down and told us " I know you two love each other, but your young and this is just puppy love, y'all will get older move on and find other people." R.J. was so mad he jumped up and stormed out of the room yelling " I'll never forgive you father." And at that moment i felt my heart break. Later that evening he came over, mom answered the door and he had been sitting downstairs talking to my parents, about him moving and telling them he didn't want to leave me..When i came down he was tearing up, and, my dad being the sweet man he was explained to him if we were meant to be it would all work out, he smiled got up off couch and walked to kitchen to get another piece of pie..

I asked him if he was ready to go to movie theater, he asked me to sit so he could give me something..It was the most gorgeous heart shaped locket I'd ever seen..It was white gold with a huge ruby in center of it..When i opened it, he had put a picture of us in it..He explained to me it was his grandmother's, before she had passed, a few years back.

A few weeks went by, it was time for him to move and all i could do was cry..It helped knowing i had the locket around my neck. I would look at the picture inside and feel comfort in it somehow..

Then shortly after he left state, it got ripped off my neck, by some man that was gathering familys in my neighborhood.. Him along with several other military personel were yelling at us telling us " Marshall was here and we were being took to a "safe camp", as they called it, saying we would be there until further notice..

All i had of R.J. was that locket..

Here i am, now 31 years old, alone , my mother and father had died when I was 24. I had no one, and for the last few years I've been working on a plan to escape this hell..

One day as i was sitting here thinking about how and when i would escape, a man came up to me, i never looked up, assuming he was military.. I then heard the most handsome voice I had heard in 15 years.. It was him, my love, my one and only.. He had been looking for me for awhile and heard i was here.. I couldn't believe it, he was here in front of me.. and sitting in his hand was my locket.. He said "I believe this belongs to you." i wanted to ask him how he had gotten it, but i was so happy i didn't care.. I had my love beside me again.. That's all i needed to know..

Here we sit at age 79, still as in love as we were at 16.. We ain't got much time left in this world, but i can say this, i will make these last few years count.. I will love him till death till we part.. My heart, my love, my soul.. We lost each other, and found each other.. I've not known no love as great as ours, and one day our children,grandchildren and so on will hear the greatest love story and know it was our love..