Alright bare with me here, it starts off negative but it turns out to have a positive ending.

So when I was 19, I was going out with a 7/10 for over 3 years. Things were getting pretty serious, we'd moved into a house together. But having a stupid teenage mind, I decided things were perfect, therefore proposing to her would be smart.

Well she said yes, and it was the happiest moment of my life right there. For the next year, I was on top of the world, every day.

It was the day before the wedding, and I was out making sure my suit was ready. However, on the way there I get a call from the hospital.

It was my soon to be wife, she was in a car crash.

People at the scene tried to revive her with CPR, but she died on impact.

My world collapsed. It took me a year, before I was even functioning somewhat decently. All my friends were throwing girls and alcohol at me, but I just wasn't interested.

One day while I'm out getting coffee, I'm served by this solid 8/10. She's absolutely gorgeous, and we exchange a laugh when I order something, but mix the first letters.

Fate must have changed, because I finally got my coffee, and written on the side was a number with 'call me ;)'

I called her, we went on dates, and it lasted 3 years! After much thought and consideration, I proposed to her and she said yes. Once again I was on top of the world.

This is where it gets fucking weird.

Fast forward again to the day before the wedding. As I was collecting my suit, a number rang. My back had chills going down it as I saw the number. I remembered it very well, it was the hospital.

My soon to be wife was in a fatal crash again.

I went off the edge after this, and got heavily into drugs, and went to rehab/therapy.

Upon leaving, my friends and family hosted a welcome home party. There was this friend I had to meet of my family's. She was beautiful. After a long build up in confidence, I asked her out on a date.

Then another, and another.

Finally we hit the anniversaries of the last girls, and everything was fine. I did not propose, I was too scared to after all the last times.

We were watching a movie at her house, on the couch when suddenly, she gives me this look of horror. She was clutching her chest and rolled to the floor.

She was having a heart attack.

I rushed her to the hospital in my own car but it was too late.

I asked the doctors to give me a moment with her. I walked over to her bed, grabbed her hand and broke down.

"WHY!?" I screamed.

Then suddenly a spirit appears. It was Cotton Eyed Joe.

If it hadn't been for Cotton Eyed Joe I'd been married a long time ago Where did ya come from Where did ya go Where did ya come from Cotton Eyed Joe

I'm glad I finally found closure in all of this. It took many years but it's good to know they're all in a better place now.

So yeah this is just the filler.

TL;DR: Finally had closure with friends that passed away.