Lost love is real. I was sixteen and I had no experience with men, of any kind. I was a home schooled girl of religious parents and I socialized and got along with other kids of our church. I was taught to drive because my mother had broken her ankle and I went out for an errand and got hit at an intersection by a man. I was hurt but didn’t know how much and the ambulance refused to take me because I didn’t have the money to pay so a guy standing there gave the ambulance two choices, drive me or get the s… knocked out of them. They drove me.

I needed stitches and I have a scar. I saw the guy later at the hospital when he came to check in on me. I saw him afterwards but I had to see him without permission, he wasn’t from our church and my mother said he was a Catholic. I went to his house and no one was home but him and we had s** in his room. Like I said I was sixteen. I had s** with him after that every so often whenever we could get away. He went to college, met a girl from the Valley and married her and had his life. I never married, I never stopped being in love with him.

I found him on the internet and I know where he lives but I don’t reach out to him, he is still married to that Mexican girl and it is a long time ago. I wonder if he even remembers me.