[ WP ] Every person in the world was created to complete one specific part of a master plan , when we die , we get to see what that one task had been . What was yours ?

I was the one that got away. 
 
 I would make him love me, endlessly and deep, fill our heads with useless little facts about each other, and envelope *this* all this in an existence too two-dimensional to contain us. 
 
 And then I would be hit by a drunk driver one night and never see my 25th birthday. 
 
 He'd mourn me. 
 
 For what seemed like an endless amount of time. He'd sleep in a bed with my side untouched, reach out a hand in his sleep for me and feel cold sheets under his palm. 
 
 He would do this for twenty years. 
 
 And during that twenty years, this pretty, young, *thing* would grow up, get the curves that puberty promised and it would only take a heartbeat for him to see her and feel *something*. 
 
 They'd be blissfully happy, and have a family, and he'd be a loving husband, a loving father, to three sons. And the middle of those three sons would become a police officer. And he'd have the highest arrest rate in the county and then be busted after a successful fifteen year career with a corruption charge that went so deep and dark it would lead to an entire overhaul of police department and and an internal affairs investigation that would span 5 years. The end result would be a new police force so transparent and shiny, you could have sold Louis Vuitton bags behind it. 
 
 I would be more mad about it. But every morning while his wife takes a shower he pulls my photo out from the pages of an old King James bible and presses a kiss to it. 
 
 I can endure with that.
