well im ganna talk about the 1st love of my life.. her name was Sara Nightfield. she was a white, shy, cute girl that nomater what happened, as long as we were togather we would always be happy. every day we would talk, every weekend we would go to the movies or just chill out for a while. back then i thought nothing could tear us apart, and that we would always be togather and happy. burning_eyes but one day. we got into a fight.. something about our parents hating each other and taking it out on us..it was so stupid. we were fighting bad, and my last words to her was "fine whatever, idc anymore just leave me alone".. i was such an idiot. that night she was on her way home frome church when she go into an accident.. her mom and brother were both killed in the car. but she was rushed to the hospital. when i heard i left there as fast as i could.. but when i got there itr was too late.. doctar said she kept calling my name before she passed. and every day even now i have to live with what happened..that i diddnt even say sorry for what happened.. that is why now i wont let anything keep me down, i contantly help others..some ppl call me there "therapist" lol. all i know is "all bad pasts lead to stronger futures "