This is a novel of a real life. Mine, someday in the future.

I knew, as soon as our eyes meet... It sounds so cliché, I've heard that line, it must have been a thousand times before. It was nearly 2 hours into the party when we looked up, and began what future historians will call, history.

The night was good, a humid cool breeze was blowing, which shook the tree leaves. It always gave me sort of a chill, spook. We found a secluded spot in which we sat down. Our eyes never seeming to stray from each other's, except for maybe a moment, just enough so that we wouldn't stumble and fall. We say down and began to talk.

"Hi." She said, and we both blushed.

"Hello." I replied, in shock and amazement at this, such beautiful creature, which i had given up hope on, that has now walked into my life. I was unable to continue with this frog in my throat.

"My name is..." As she spoke her words were so soft, they laid gently on my ears. I listened intently, every word. I could recall our entire conversation, and enjoy her soothing voice even to this day.

We stayed there talking hours after the party had died down. My friends just walked by, nodding their head and moving on. They knew, what i had just discovered hours before.

Something that even the depths of my soul had known, and has searched for, for all my life.

We dated for several months, and shortly after were wed on a summer's day. It was beautiful, she was beautiful, life was beautiful!

Three years we were together, until that day.

Life is such a peculiar thing. So many things happen with no explainable reason at all.

But for at least a little while, everything was perfect, and crystal clear, or so i thought.

It happened right down there... a car swung out in front of her, there... there just, was nothing she could have done.

I got a call at 9:13, i was already wondering where she was, i was starting to worry, and then my worst fears came.

You know, the funny thing is, she always hated that intersection.

The waiting was horrible, not knowing, wondering, fearing, crying. How could they make me wait? How could they do this to me? How could they do this to me!

"Mr. Davis." The doctor said.

"Yes."

"Please come with me."

I did not hear one word he said as he went over the details of the accident. Only one thing repeated through my head, as his words where spoken... Thinking back to just over 3 years ago, at a party, where we first meet.

My ears tuned out everything he said, searching, for the one word i'd hope for, or the other i would dread.