Years pass, 10, 20, and then I’m 30. All alone, no one to love. I’m all alone, I have no family and all my siblings passed away early. I was relapsing one night, and I thought I was going to really ki11 mys31f that night. I got into my car, and drove the short drive towards the Golden Gate Bridge.

I pull over, and step out of the car. I slowly walk to the edge, bawling, unable to stand. “Here I go…”

“STOP!”, someone yells; I freeze in shock. Someone hugs my waist and pulls me back. I turn around, instantly in shock. “W-what are you doing?” I stutter, “I can’t let you do this.”.

“I have nothing anymore, there’s no use. I’m crying myself to sleep every fucking night, I have no one! I don’t even know who you are!” I said defensively, “please, just don’t. I know you don’t remember me, but we used to be best friends in high school.”

I look at the person and think for a while, still dazed at what just happened, “E-Eddie?” I run up to you and squeeze you “thank you,” I say.

“I’ve always loved you,” Eddie said. “W-what?!” This situation only gets crazier. As you begin to kiss me pationatly, I give in.

“And that’s the story of how I met your dad” I tell my kid when he turned 15, “love can happen in the craziest of places” Eddie said “yes it can.”