Writerly Wednesday (One syllable story)

I met him for the first time when I was hurt. He drove me home the day I crashed my bike. I think I fell in love with him that day. We led an up and down life; We played much, we loved lots, we fought like cats and dogs. One day I went out of town and came home to find him gone. He left a huge hole in my heart. I go by his grave once in a great while but he is not there. I pray that he is in that place where I will get to spend a long, long time with him. They say you have one true love. He was mine.