My old girlfriend from high school, Melody, died while boating. I heard the news when my mama called. It was all over the town where I grew up. After I hung up, I had to go to my room and just bawl my eyes out for a while. Then I sat up and started digging through the closet to find our annuals. There she was, in the graduating seniors section, her hair still in the horrible perm she had, looking young and fresh. Right across on the opposite page was me, and our photos lined up perfectly so that when I closed the book, our pictures would be pressed face to face like we was kissing. I thought it was nice that my young self would get to kiss my best high school friend until the end of time.