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With the loss of Karen, life seems almost impossible and yet, with time, distance and understanding, life moves forward, love comes again and hearts mend without ever forgetting. The impossible becomes… possible.
Written by Rebecca Milton
Published by AmorBooks
I was nineteen when Karen, my girlfriend, died. She was on a bus in Israel. On that same bus was a suicide bomber. Karen was on the second day of a month long vacation, I was going to meet her in two days. I stayed behind because I missed one of my finals and the professor had allowed me a make up day. Karen went ahead to get the room ready, to check out the lay of the land and get things set for me to arrive. We had picked Israel on a whim. Neither of us had ever been anywhere outside of Chillicothe, Ohio, so we stuck a pin in a map and decided to go for a month. To get away for a month. To be just the two of us for a month. To not answer questions, not put up with strange looks, the worried glances of my parents, for a month.
Karen was my first girlfriend. My only girlfriend. She was the first girl I kissed. She was the first girl that I touched. She was the first girl that I felt myself with, open with and, even before we stood in her bedroom and took off our clothes and explored each other’s bodies with tentative fingers, trembling lips…
