When I was in fifth grade, I met a girl who lived several blocks up the street from me. We were in the same homeroom in sixth grade, and sat near each other. The crush that began a few months earlier took roots and I mooned over the young lady for six more years, through high school. Later I found new girls to worship from a distance, but I never forgot that 6th grade crush. A few years ago I met her again at a mini-class reunion -- we had a pleasant conversation and for a few minutes I wondered about what might've been.
That girl, now a 64-year old woman, was killed in a highway accident yesterday afternoon. A car swerved across the center line, causing a head-on collision. As my bro in Houston often says: fuck me to tears.
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