A horrible ending to high school.

My high school boyfriend died a day before I turned 18, the day I was going to pack up my stuff, we were going to elope and run away to North Dakota (he worked there and had been living there for two months at this point). He was older, handsome, ex-military and I adored him. He called me from the road and we exchanged the following words before he passed: Me – “I love you, I look forward to seeing you tonight. You mean the world to me, you are my everything.” Him – “I love you, too. I’d die a happy man if those words were the last words I ever heard.” His phone records showed that was the last conversation he had on his phone, he was hit by a drunk driver less than five minutes later.