Real love dies hard, if at all. The final chapter, in the mystery surrounding the heart-rending love story of two young, 1950s era small-town Texas lovers, is accidentally written sixty years later, by a young woman heading to Boston - seeking to mend her own broken heart. "The Promise Road," spanning lives separated by life, death, time, and space but connected by circumstance, is a love story, the way love stories were once told. There should be a category that distinguishes this story from general 'romance' novels but there is none -yet. On a day Rachel Marin would forever remember, in September of 2000, she sat alone in her small, now empty white-fenced home in South Pasadena, California. While the stinging words of her recently divorced producer/director husband: "I married a whole wife; I deserve a whole wife," still rang in her ears, she would, within minutes, close the door to her small home for the last time, and begin an improbable journey. Rachel could not have known the path that lay before her. Within days, and miles away, fate would bring her to an unlikely intersection with a story of two young lovers from another time. During a stop in a small north-central Texas town, she would discover how their storybook lives touched so many, more than a half century earlier. This is Rachel's, and their story, and perhaps even your story. We are certain it is far more than fiction. - Once upon a time, it was 1955. Eisenhower ('Ike') was President; a stamp cost three cents; Popsicles came two to a package; Elvis was twenty; and against all odds, young David Joe Fallon, Jr. and Jessie Marie Taylor were in love. The End. And the story may well have ended there, were it not for the latter. It has been said: "few younger than twenty or so could possibly know true love." That may be true for most, but not for Jessie Marie and David Joe, both lived in Rosedale-a small, north-central Texas town-back in the 1950s. First taken with each other at age nine, these love-struck youngsters would grow to profess a love so deep, that in their hearts and minds it transcended life itself. And despite Cyrus Ecclesiastes Taylor's success in keeping his daughter and David Joe apart, there was never any doubt these two lived and breathed each other. Not much else mattered to them. Taylor's actions, born of his intense hatred for David Joe's father, only served to steel the young lovers' vows to love each other forever. Theirs was a love cloaked with an aura of destiny, imbued with an air of inevitability. Most everyone in Rosedale knew that to be fact. What they sacrificed and suffered, to nurture their love, accounts for their indelible place in the hearts of all who know their story. And there could only have been one Jessie Marie and David Joe. Townsfolk, who were alive then, still speak of them in mythical tones. No true love story can rightly be told without the mention of their names, and the storybook lives they shared. David Joe and Jessie Marie live on. And nearly fifty years later, the world beyond their part of Texas may never have known of, and been inspired by them, except for events half a country and nearly half a century away in southern California.