I can't believe I forgot the love of my eight-year-old life (not kidding, I've told this story before but my mom refused to tell me whether he was alive or dead - knowing he was dead - and made me go to the library and look him up in the encyclopedia instead. I cried the whole way home and then for the afternoon in my bedroom when I read he'd died in 1985. I really and truly believed I'd marry him, lollll).