There was a boy who loved a girl, and she loved him back. Neither knew about it. They’d go to school every day and pass each other in the hallways, wishing they had the courage to speak up but never mustering it. She was on the debate team and thought he found her dorky. He played on the football team and thought she found him to be a dumb jock. This went on week after week, month after month, until they graduated and moved away from each other. They dreamed about each other and constantly wondered where the other was. She settled for a handsome man and pretended to be happy. He saw she’d married and grew bitter, angry, and jealous. He hardened his heart and joined the Marines, focusing on his country and trying to forget her. He was fearless and won many medals. She dropped the phone and stared in amazement at the TV, watching the love of her life honored in front of the country. He beamed, wishing she were in the crowd to see him at his proudest moment. She saw his bravery in his battle scars and felt humbled, inspired. The love in her soul reawakened. She left the newsroom and took the job as a war correspondent, following in her love’s footsteps. She kissed her husband goodbye, promising him she’d be safe. He was deployed in the east, and she covered the relentless assault that began on a camp of U.S. soldiers. As a reporter, she knew to watch and not participate. She was trained to be neutral, a fly on the wall, to record only. But when she saw the hailstorm of bullets about to ravage the body of a young man loading his rifle, her instincts took over and she dove on top of him, shielding him, saving him. The man rolled over, dragging the foolish reporter behind his tank. His heart sank. It was the girl. She wiped the sand from her forehead and saw the boy through her tear-filled eyes. Thousands of miles from home and years of life apart, they’d found each other again. He brushed the tears from her cheek; she smiled and squeezed his hand, held his face in her palm, whispered that she loved him, then closed her eyes. She’d taken four bullets for the boy. He held her for hours until his commanding officer arrived to take the girl home. Never wait to tell someone that you love them. You never know when it will be too late. Send this to five people you love.