I’m laying in bed writing this post with my cell phone as I listen to songs that she wrote and sang before she was killed. I’m referring to my beautiful friend Dennise. I met her back in 1997 when she sent me a cassette tape of two songs that she had written. The songs were sung by her, but she made sure that I understood that she’s a songwriter and not a singer. I met her in person shortly afterwards. We developed a very unique friendship. I was 26 at the time living on South Beach Florida and had yet to know what love was. She was seperated from her husband who lived in Nevada, and she was now staying with her mother in Florida. Our friendship blossomed very quickly as we spent nearly all of our time together. Eventually she even told me that she loved me. And I loved her also. We were never sexually involved. Nor did we even share a simple kiss. We only spent time together holding hands wherever we were, and that feeling alone was so incredible and intense that I don’t have the words to explain it. She was an absolute beautiful woman on the inside and out. She was also very proper in how she spoke. I recall her telling me that as she grew up in Jamaica, the other girls would pick on her for being too proper and having a light complexion.

One particular day she told me that I gave her the strength to confront her husband and tell him that she wanted a divorce. She said that because she met me, she now knows what real love is, and what she’s been missing out on all of these years. I told her that she shouldn’t say that to her husband because no man wants to feel that another man has taken his woman. And truthfully that wasn’t the case because she had seperated from him before I ever met her.

Sadly, that was our last conversation. The next day, they were together in her husbands private plane, which he piloted, as it crashed and both of them died instantly. I’ve always wondered what she decided to say to him, and if he crashed the plane intentionally. The guilt in my heart is enormous as I know I contributed to her death even if indirectly.

So now I lay here in my bed remanescing about 1997 as I listen to her songs over and over again. Her voice is as beautiful and pure as she was when she was alive. I love you Dennise, I miss you so much. I’m sorry.

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