• For years I have told my self... convinced myself that there was something more for me out there. For many years I continued along a course where I thought would lead me to financial salvation, love, prosperity, and overall happiness. This summer I met a fascinating girl who made most of those dreams come true. I never thought something so beautiful would happen to me but it did.

    Over the summer we did many things... watched movies, went to games. fell in love and planned our future. There were the best and worst of times during the summer but we both knew that we could get through anything. Anything seemed to be the key word that summer and it kept that way during the opposing forces that tried to take her away. Parents, they can be so misleading.

    We have no been going out for nearly 6 months and I was convinced I was ready to go through anything or anyone with her. The night before August 25th, I had boughten her a promise ring. It wasn't an engagement ring because I didn't have the money quite then and there but I was saving up for it. It was a promise that was meant to last forever. However..

    That night I purchased the ring was the same night my future wife disappeared. I didn't say or do anything just because I felt that she may have been off doing her usual thing, ya know, shopping , hair dressers, the works but the next day when she didn't call or show up like she usually does I started to worry. I called her parents and they told me they haven't seen or heard from her.

    I called her work and they had also told me she was supposed to come today to cover a girls shift but she hadn't called or notified anyone. I searched everywhere I thought my love could be and when I had given up hope thinking she may have just left me, I get a call. These were the exact words...

    "Hello, am I speaking to Mr. ???" He asked.
    I replied,"Yes, how may I help you?"
    "Mr. ??? last night around 10:45pm a young lady came into the ER with severe gun shot wounds to the lower abdomen and upper chest." ,"She had asked to notify you."

    I couldn't stop myself from crying as soon as I had heard this. I dropped to my knees with the phone to the ground. My hands covered in tears and my pulse racing. I barely had enough courage to ask is she alright but unfortunately the news is never what you expect to hear.

    "At exactly 1:36am she was pronounced dead Mr.???...I am sorry." He went on about specifics. When, where, who, and what had happened and he even went on about some things that the girl had asked him to tell me but my lips trembled, my knees shook, and as I lay on the ground my mind disappears. For the next 2 weeks...I was nothing but a puppet with no master.

    Three months later after death of my love I try and pick up the staggered pieces of my life. The recent lies of publicity telling the world of its innocent identities and fake realities, misleading principles of how a young and promising lady was accidentally shot by a former LVPD officer was nothing short of a conspiracy, a cobweb of lies.

    I walk the streets today with my head lowered as I visit the only thing that kept me sane in life. I stagger to her grave marker and wipe the leaves from her tomb of which she slumbers. The words read;

    "Even in death we will never part, I promise."

    I keep my sanity now a days with the hope I will see her again and as I lock the door heading out a leaf blows across my face and its almost as I can feel her lips once again.