Love at First Sight....

Love at First Sight…

Do you believe in love at first sight? For a long time I didn’t. Actually I didn’t even believe in love. I would walk down the hallways at school and see all of the couples holding hands, or giving each other secret looks. My two best friends had boyfriends and they would constantly break plans with me so they could go do something with their boyfriends. They would say something like, ‘Oh, you understand don’t you?’ The truth of the matter was that I didn’t understand. Because I was never in love, my friends came first, and I thought that it should always be like that. I didn’t think I would ever understand love. If there was even such a thing. Everyday I sat in class thinking of what it would be like to be in love. Well I didn’t have to wonder for a long time thank god. It happened very sudden. He practically came out of no where. I looked up for no reason at all and there he was. He walked in casually and with such confidence. He looked at me, as I looked at him. I felt a connection, as if I just knew that we were meant to be together. His soft blue eyes stared back into mine. The window to the soul. The day went by the same, but I FELT different. At first we didn’t even talk to each other, although we both wanted to. We didn’t know each others name, but we would sit in class and stare at each other with small smiles on our faces. Finally he came up to me.
“I’m James.”
“Reid.” That was all we had to say. He took my hand in his and left together.
For a couple of months we told our life stories and got to know each other. I couldn’t stand not to be by him. I was the one canceling all my plans with my friends. I couldn’t help it. When I wasn’t with him, I needed to be with him. We knew that by the end of college we would get married. There was no doubt about it in our minds.
So we graduated, and my best friend Elyse threw a small party, which turned out to be the biggest party ever. James and I just lay on the couch together and talked. We didn’t party much. Being held in his arms made me feel so special and I knew that for as long as we both shall live, I would love him. Forever.
Later that night my friend Vanessa drove us home. She didn’t seem drunk; she seemed stable and knew how to drive. James and I both only had one drink, but that was enough to make me feel lightheaded, and as we drove home I had the worst of feelings. I felt like we would crash, but that was impossible because we had a safe ride home. As I stated my concern we would crash Vanessa turned around and laughed stating that we wouldn’t.
“I know, I know. Just be careful.”

Even though Vanessa wasn’t drunk, we did indeed crash. The screeching of metal on metal. The way my heart jumped. Piercing screams. That will always haunt my memory. I sit now, in a hospital. The doctors aren’t sure if I will live or die. It doesn’t matter. My friends died. James died. My love, my future, and my life is now gone.