A Touching Love Story
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  To my dearest friends:
 
  Today is a sad day in my life.  Some of you may know me personally
  and some only on aol and some may have never even spoken to me. What
  only  some of you may know is that I had a girlfriend that was killed. I
  am  sending this out to tell you all a simple and true message.
 
  I never was big on girls, being a simple country boy from Tennessee. I
  never thought I stood a chance with a nice girl like all guys dream  about.
  I dated girls here and there but nothing major. Then my senior year of
  highschool, I saw her. Her name was Selena Mazzoni. She was a model
  and to beat it all she was Italian. The first day she was there she  walked up
  and looked at me in lunch and said, "Excuse me Mr. Allen, could I sit
  with the senior class president?"  I looked at her and said, "Well
  that's me, sit if you would like."
 
  From that day on we were never apart. I was one of the popular people
  but not one of the sports jocks and I still don't know why.  I was
  studying to be a photographer when she took me on a model shoot with
  her and a runway show.  I was just amazed at her. We had then decided
  I would be her photographer.  She even got me into modeling.  We were
  together about everyday then on November 8,1994 it happened.
 
  She called and woke me up at 6 am like she always did and said I'll
  see you at school.  I had known her for only 4 months. I got to school
  and she never showed up.At 10 am as I was walking to the office to
  call her, the principal came over the inter-com and gave this
  heart-breaking message."Students and Faculty:It is my sad duty to tell
  you that Selena Mazzoni was killed in a head on collision this morning
  on the way to school." I dropped to my knees there in the hall and
  cried.  I left school. I came home and only to find my mom and dad
  waiting on me.  My mom was crying because she knew how I felt for her.
  I found out that my dad saw the whole accident and was the first on
  the scene.  A girl crossed 3 lanes of traffic and hit Selena head on.
  Selena's Geo Tracker rolled over down an enbankment and rested on it's
  tires again. My dad found her with the engine in her lap. She was
  flown to the University of Tennessee hospital where she was pronounced
  dead on arrival.The other girl that hit her was stoned and drunk.I
  felt it was my fault because I was the talked her in to staying at G-P
  highschool in Gatlinburg.  She lived in Sevierville next to the Sevier  Co high and she
  wanted to move back. I begged for her to stay.  If I didn't, she would
  still be here today.
 
  So what's the message behind this you ask?  i never told Selena I
  loved her nor did she me.  We were so happy it was like we already
  knew. When I went to the funeral home her mom met me at the door and
  asked if I would be a paul bearer for her and if I would sing Amazing
  Grace for her.  I said I would. The funeral home was closing the doors
  and her mom said she had to go but handed me a piece of paper that had
  a spot of blood on it.
  Everyone left but since I knew the funeral director I asked if I could  stay.
 
  The note her mom handed me said this:
 
  My dearest Brent!
 
  I am just sitting here in my room thinking of you and I wanted to write.
  You have no idea how happy I am with you. We have been together for 4
  months now and I couldn't dream being with anyone else. There is
  something I want to tell you I think it is time for me to say:
 
  Brent,
 
  I love you!
 
  Well I am looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.
 
  Love Forever,
  Selena
 
  She wrote the note the night before she died.  We never had told each
  other we love the other.  I cried so hard. I put the note next to her
  and the only picture of the both of us together in there and a white rose.
 
  I sang at her funeral the next day and I helped carry her to her final
  resting place in Pigeon Forge, TN  I thought my life ended at that
  moment when they lowered her down.  Today is her 20th Birthday!
 
  Still to this day I think of her and I never wanted to talk about it.
  It feels better now that I got it out. 
 
  I must move on now with my life but I will always remember the times
  we shared. When I wake up of a morning and walk outside: She smiles at me.
  I just know it.  She would want me to go on.