The One True Love For One Time

At the same time KJM had threatened to kill me, I met the man I thought I'd marry. DAC was tall, handsome, and looking for work daily when I met him. He was down on his luck but he was going to church regularly and we hit it off.

Our eyes locked and we were partners in playing cards almost all the time. He'd walk me home, or at least to the bus stop. Sometimes he'd take the bus all the way to my home to make sure I got in okay. Then he'd turn around and go home.

We'd go for walks, and on our walks, he'd hand out his resume. He was looking for work at Garages, and any place that needed mechanics.

On Sundays, we went to church together and he always helped out with the overheads for the pastor. We dated for about 6 months before he proposed. I was thrilled, and said yes. And I was happier than I had ever been.

We were planning our wedding, invitations had been sent out, plans were being made, excitement was building, it was only 3 months until we were to be wed, and he disappeared. Believe me, I looked for him all over the city. In the jails, the hospitals, the missions, his home, anywhere I could think of. I called our pastor in TEARS and SOBS!! I pleaded with friends to tell me if they had seen him. Where was my love?? Where did he go in the night? He was there last night to kiss me goodbye and this morning he doesn't answer his phone or his door. Somebody tell me where he has gone!!!! Oh my gosh I wept!!! My heart ached like an anvil had landed on it.

I called home to my parents and told them he was missing. His landlord had let me in to see and all of his belongings were gone except the stuff I had given him – that all was there still. There were empty beer bottles strewn about which seemed odd for DAC, but he was gone, and I was heartbroken.

And that weekend I had not one, but TWO weddings to go to of two different cousins, one on either side of the family. And I did NOT WANT to go. But I was pushed to.

My parents came and picked me up, a 3 hour drive one way. I wasn't up to much. The tears would roll down my cheeks uninvited. No matter how people tried to cheer me up, I just couldn't smile. My heart was broken and I was missing my love. You don't get over a love that deep in one afternoon or one week or even one month.

And to this day, I don't know where he is, whether he is free or not, alive or not, happy or not. I pray he is all three. But nobody would help me find out the truth.

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