They met at her uncle's wedding. Her uncle was marrying his sister. He danced with her and all the other single girls at the wedding making quite an impression on them all.
Later that night she would tell her mother that he was the man she was going to marry someday.
Her mother dismissed her comment, "shussh up and go to bed" she said, shaking her head.
Silly little girl... she was only 8 years old.
And the handsome man she had her eye on was 24.
He began dating her older sister making the little girl so angry she stopped speaking to her sister.
When he'd been around the family long enough to reach "he really is a nice guy" status he realized that his interest had been misplaced.
By this time the young lady was 16 years old.
They began dating, but she thinks that his mother was worried about her young age and told her son so.
He gave the relationship a break, six months went by with no contact.
She mourned the loss and refused to look at another man.
One day he placed a call to her neighbor's phone, the neighbor ran across the street to get her.
"Someone is on the phone for you" the neighbor said.
"Who?" she asked.
"Who have you been waiting for?" her neighbor replied.
She leapt across the bed and bounded across the street where she couldn't get to the phone fast enough.
Life for him, just hadn't been the same, without her.
..... to be continued
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