Right now, I am 22 years old, dead end job. No wife, no kids. I once had a chance, but I blew it. It started on my 18th birthday. I always have had a huge crush on this girl named Linda. Her and I had an extensive history together and were practically best friends. I have tried before to convey how I felt to her, but got shot down plenty of times. I gave up on my birthday. I wouldn't try for her anymore after that. A few days later Linda called and wanted to take me out for a belated birthday dinner. Surprised as I was, I shot her down saying I had plans that night. She hung up clearly frustrated that I let her down. We were both seniors in high school. Graduation was coming up and I was ready to be done with school. It was the night before, and I was at home watching TV, when there was a knock at my door. It was Linda. She told me that she wanted to talk to me. As much as I wanted to sit down with her and talk, I didn't. I turned around and shut the door. The only thing echoing in my mind was her crying. It was graduation day. And she didn't show up. Even after a few phonecalls to her. I knew something must have been up. So I rushed over to her place before the ceremony started. I knocked on the door. Nobody answered. I got the spare key from the flower pot on the porch and rushed to her room. There she was lying on her bed. Dead. I went to her bedside and said, If you gave me one more chance... I would never give you up I would never let you down I would never turn around, and hurt you.