“She ain't got no money, her clothes are kinda funny, her hair is kinda wild and free… Oh, but love grows, where my Rosemary goes, and nobody knows like me.” ”She talks kinda lazy, and people say she's crazy, and her life's a mystery… Oh, but love grows, where my Rosemary goes, and nobody knows like me.” Those right there, were the perfect words to describe her; your beloved wife… or, well, future wife. You could only hope for that. Maybe you were way ahead of yourself, I mean, just look at this woman, there was no way on God’s Earth that she’d ever be willing to date you, let alone marry you some day; she was the literal definition of perfection, in your mind, at least. She may not be very popular, or well known, and people may think of her as oddly… well, odd, but to you, she was everything you could’ve asked for in life.

December 2nd, 1999

It was another simple day at school, the hours passing by slower than a snail moved across a sidewalk. It was currently your free hour, though, meaning you had the time being to yourself… and what exactly were you going to occupy yourself with during that hour of time? Why, you were going to spend it thinking about Rosemary, of course… just like you do every other day.

You trotted through the quiet and empty hallways of your school, hoping to find a nice place to sit and relax, before your eyes landed on a figure in front of you. Rosemary Parker. There she was, right there in front of you… she looked absolutely adorable right now, sitting down in front of her locker, drawing in what seemed to be her sketchbook.