Last but not least, my third flashback. This one involves a girl and a broken heart. I will not identify her name; let us just call her KK.
KK was a blonde blue eyed beauty. She was just as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. She had a smile that could light up a dark room. She was smart and had a wit about her that made me laugh.
We dated a half dozen times, each date we grew closer and closer. After our fourth or fifth date, I actually started thanking the Lord for placing her in my life; I just knew she was my soulmate, the one I would spend the rest of my life with and even better, I knew she felt the same way.
Then one day, she called on the telephone and broke up with me. I was devastated; it was my first broken heart. She explained her parents would not permit her to see me anymore since their religion was Methodist and I was Catholic. There was no room for discussion, which was upsetting, because I would have left the Catholic Church for the love of my life. She was gone just like that.
All these years later, I still think about KK, she has never left my heart. Even today, I often wonder how our life together would have turned out if she never made that call.