In my last post, I described how John and I met in college. We stayed together all four years of school and graduated at the same time.

We thought it would be romantic to get married the same day as our graduation, to celebrate the end of one period of our lives and embark on a new chapter together.

Before I talk about the wedding, I want to give you a clearer picture of what John was like. He was tall, over six feet, and had dark hair that hung to his shoulders. He had deep brown eyes and was thin and lanky.

He usually wore jeans and a flannel shirt, or basketball shorts and a tee shirt. Sometimes when he studied, he wore thick black glasses that made him look nerdy and cute.

He was really smart and usually got good grades. He was great at math and I was great at English, so a lot of times we helped each other finish our schoolwork. John was very sweet and romantic, and always did little things so show me how much he loved me.

He would leave notes or wildflowers pressed between the pages of my textbooks for me to discover later. He was a gentleman, and always held doors open for me and walked on the side of the sidewalk closest to the road. I felt cherished and adored by him.

John was a guy’s guy and had a close group of male friends we hung out with a lot.

They mostly played videogames together, or the occasional game of kickball. John was quiet but generally well-liked and popular.

We didn’t have much money saved up, and neither of us had ever dreamt of a big wedding, so we decided to have a courthouse ceremony for just us two and then splurge on a honeymoon vacation.

After accepting our diplomas in our caps and gowns, we went straight to the courthouse and said our vows.

I remember tearfully placing the rings on each other’s fingers as we vowed to love each other for as long as we both should live.

It turned out that in John’s case that wouldn’t be much longer. Keep reading to see how we were introduced to heroin on our honeymoon trip.