We are actually higher school sweat hearts. We were divided by the details of Viet Nam and life in general, who knows really. In any situation I usually dreamed and wrote poems and songs about him, skipped him, and he did of me as nicely, for all those years separated. https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vSoZ4oIySk2B-pokI1abGtPUA0_Nj8zCVxXMkdnR4buGTtYDxSQOACopOwNKuF2hF38b05t7ZqYbfbm/pub