We met at church in 2001 and after four months of casual conversations he finally got the nerve to ask me out. We planned our date for the following week. The day after he asked me out was when the accident happened. He was walking from campus to his car and waited at a crosswalk for traffic to stop. A car stopped for him and Chris resumed walking across the street. At that moment another car, too impatient to stop, pulled around onto the shoulder and hit Chris.
Chris is lucky to be alive.
Among other things (like a fractured skull), he suffered a major concussion and didn't remember anything from that day or the before. When I saw him again at Church he vaguely remembered who I was. I never told him about our date or the fact that we liked each other. How do you tell someone that they are supposed to like you when they barely remember you?
After the accident we became friends but both dated other people. I eventually moved out of town and he moved out of state. Through it all we sent countless emails to one another and he was always the guy I looked to for advice and help with the men in my life. We were happy with being just friends and didn't want to risk ruining a good friendship by admitting our feelings to one another.
Finally, in 2003 (two years after the accident), Chris couldn't handle it any longer and he asked me out for the second time. Our first date was perfect and surreal and I would not have wanted it any other way. Everyday that followed was complete bliss and he proposed seven months later.
He still doesn't remember asking me out the first time. Looking back it amazes me how close we were to never dating. Life is all about timing though and you have to just be patient. Sometimes things don't work out how you plan it to but then you find out it's so much better that way.
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