Narrative #5

In the spring of 1941, my wife and I got married. We’ve had known each other since we were young children. My family and her family were next door neighbors. I can picture that now, the day that her family moved in to the house next to mine. She was wearing her pink overalls and her bright blue sneakers. She was the cutest girl that I have ever seen.
Her family was new to the neighborhood so one day I decided to make friends with her. She was a quiet, young girl. We hung out everyday after school. To make things even better, we went to the same school. We did everything together. From that day on, I knew that she was the love of my life.
It has been ten years now and we are off to college. It was a sad day for the both of us. She was accepted to a college in the west coast, a college that she would always tell about that she would love to go to and I was accepted to a college in the east. We were going to be apart for four years. Since the day that her family moved into the neighborhood, we have never been a day apart and now we were going to have to be four years apart?!
One day we were talking and we decided that we would plant a tree in a place that her and I would go to everyday. It was a special place for us. It was a place where we shared our first kiss. We planted the tree to show that this tree would live forever just like the love that we had for each other would.
Then one day I got a phone call and got some devastating news. She had been in a car accident. She had been hit by a drunk driver and it was a hit-and-run. She had suffered some head trauma and there was a chance that she would not make it.
I immediately flew over to the west. After a few months she recovered. It was a long three months. Everyday I would think about her hoping that she would make it. When she finally recovered, I brought her back to the place that we first shared our first kiss.