Back to the OP...
My first one was in high school...it was just one of those sappy puppy dog love kind of thing. I doubt it would have lasted since he was graduating soon. Right before he graduated, we all went out (I snuck out as my parents were too strict and wouldn't let me do anything). After a while we decided to go and do something else...I was in the middle of a conversation with this friend, so I decided to ride in a different car to keep conversing. My boyfriend drove his truck in front of us. That night I witness his truck and another car (drunk driver) collide head-on. It was really graphic and too horrible for words...and he died in my arms. His last words were, "I'm so glad I had my dance with you." A few weeks before then, he invited me to prom. Of course, my parents wouldn't let me go. A few hours after the prom, he showed up at my place and used the flashlight through my bedroom window to get my attention. He was in a tux and had a orchid (my favorite flower) for me. He invited me to come out and have the last dance with him.