It was 1990, and we were tying yellow ribbons around old oak trees. And we were waiting. The time I'd spent with Grant Butler was stolen. Each moment between us only fueled our need for each other. He was older, and forbidden by my parents. And then he was gone. Grant wrote to me from Saudi Arabia, and in his very first letter, he asked me to marry him. In his last letter, he promised to hold me in his arms on my graduation day.

His last letter ended in forever. As I tried to move on with my life, I was consumed each day with the memories of a ghost. of my young love. My first love. On August 26th, 1997, he was finally found. but I'd already lost him. This is the story of our life. and it's only just begun.

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