I am black. Jason is white. I am not quite sure who made the first move, but we ended up talking to one another during a speech tournament. It was at Loretto Academy that he asked me as we were walking around the chapel, “Do you want to get married?” “Sure!” I replied. I held on to that moment. I thought it would be forever. Later on during the day, Jason came over to me. “Do you know what that woman told me? She asked me what I was doing talking to that black girl?” I looked at him, my mouth gasped at what he just told me. Deep down inside I didn’t realize that maybe this was just the beginning of the end. At another tournament at Hanks High School, we met again and decided to go to Dunkin’ Donuts. He held me in his arms there and told me that he was going backpacking in Africa. I thought that was pretty
neat and I was pleasantly surprised. I know one day we’ll be together, I kept thinking to myself. Jason never returned though. Now it’s 25 years later. Jason is married, just not to me. And I am still single always remembering the promise I made to him at the chapel. This is my story. Go ahead Hollywood and use it. That’s how you got the movies, “White House Down” and “Olympus Has Fallen”. Sometimes pain has a purpose. I guess my purpose is for entertainment.

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