The last time I saw my first love was on my 17th birthday—thirty years later, a woman who looked exactly like her stepped into my yard

in her rain jacket with her tackle box. She kissed my forehead and said, “Don’t die on me. I’ll bring you back the biggest fish you’ve ever seen.”

She never came back.

They said she slipped on the bank, hit her head on a rock, and went into the current. Her brother said he had tried to reach her. By the time anyone else arrived, there was nothing left continue reading …