"Who are you?" - those were the hardest three words to hear in my life.

Ellie Hart was, and always will be, the love of my life. Decades ago, I was crazy about her, and she adored me like nothing else on this earth. We were inseparable.

I still remember the first time I laid eyes on her at Bremington High School. I knew then, as young as I was, that I had never seen anything on God's green earth so beautiful as her.

Ellie was angelic. Whenever she smiled, everything around her was bathed in her ethereal glow.

Some, when I tell our story, say it was love at first sight. I tend to disagree; I was never a big believer in that concept. _Knowing_ at first sight, well, that's more like it. When I first saw Ellie standing in our school hallway, I knew I would spend the rest of my life loving her. I don't know how I knew, but the belief was so intense it could have knocked me to the ground.

And I was right.

_Sixty Years Earlier..._

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_ _I take my time walking to class down our school's long hallway. _7:20 A.M. _I still have about ten minutes before class starts. Although it's the second week of school, I still feel funny calling myself a freshman, but I guess that's life. Our titles that we learn to love don't last. Before I know it, I'll be a senior in a dull nursing home wishing I was young again.