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Love's Regrets

You never think it will happen to you or one of the people that you love, but then it does happen. The pain you feel is always almost unbearable, but you learn to live with it, to move on; well, most people do anyway. It's been five years since that awful night when I lost my best friend in the whole world, and I still live with the regret of never telling him how I really felt about him.

Mike, my best friend since our diaper days, and I had always lived in Rockford, Illinois; about the smallest town in the world. (Well, that's what we always thought.) It was like your normal small town; everybody knew everyone else and their business. Mike and I stayed best friends throughout our lives. Through good times and bad, we were always there for each other. I went to his cross country and track meets, and he went to my volleyball and softball games.

The summer before our senior year, I fell in love with him. I never meant for it to happen, I really didn't, and I still don't know how I let it happen. Of course, he was completely clueless about the whole thing, and I didn't mind that at all. If I knew what was going to happen the next summer, I would have told him though.

"Hey Paige! Where're you going? I thought we always walked to school together?"

"Well, if you wouldn't wait until the last minute to roll out of bed and get dressed, maybe we could."

Mike was always doing this to me. Always catching up to me halfway down the block and saying that we always walk to school together. It didn't bother me though, because I was used to it. I just couldn't see how he didn't notice how much my feelings for him had changed. It blew me away that he was so clueless about how in love with him I was.

"Well, Paige, it's the first day of our senior year, the year we've been waiting for since forever! Aren't you excited?!"

"Sure I am, I just know how to stay calm, unlike somebody I know."

Well, needless to say, our senior year was the best year of our lives. Graduation came, we both graduated with honors at the top of our class. We had been accepted to colleges we had both had our hearts set on going to. The only thing I hated about it was that we weren't going to college together. I was going to Mississippi State and he was going to Western Kentucky University. So over the summer break, we did everything together because we knew that this was going to be the last time we saw each other for a very long time.

A month after we were to leave for college, we went to a party. There was heavy drinking going on, but we didn't drink any. At about 3:00 in the morning, we left the party to go home. I was tired and I had to go to church the next day, and Mike had to work. I was pulling out of the driveway, and I saw Mike talking to a couple of other guys, but I didn't feel like waiting for him, so I just went ahead and left. He had his car, so he had away of getting home, and I knew he'd be alright, because he hadn't drank and was a careful driver.

The next day, I got up around 8:00 and got in the shower. I never thought once to call Mike when I got up just to make sure he had gotten home fine. For this, I feel so bad now. After I got out of the shower, I went in my room, dried my hair, and got ready for church. I didn't know that un a couple of hours, I would be in the hospital waiting for Mike to wake up.

"Paige are you up to going out to eat with your folks, or are you too tired?"

"No, Dad, that'd be nice. We don't spend enough time together as a family."

"Great! Let's go then."

I was having a great time with my parents and my little sister when my cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Paige, you need to come to the hospital, right away!"

"Sarah, what's wrong? Why do I need to come to the hospital?"

"It's Mike; he never made it home from the party last night. He was in a really, really bad car wreck, and they don't think he has much more time left."

You can not imagine how I felt at that moment. Nothing could compare to how scared I was. I got to the hospital and walked into his room, and I almost broke down crying when I saw him. I couldn't even tell that it was him. He was hooked up to all kinds of machines and his face was bruised and swollen. I walked over and sat down in a chair beside his bed. He wasn't awake. Just then, his mom walked in.

"Oh, Paige! I'm so glad you're here."

"Is it really that bad? I mean, he's not going to die, is he?" I was almost to the point of tears.

"Paige, the doctors don't think he's going to make it."

"But how did this even happen?! He didn't drink anything at the party last night, and he always drives so careful!"

"He was on his way home, and a drunk driver hit him head on. If he hadn't had his seatbelt on, he would've been killed instantly."

I didn't know what to think, much less what to say. I knew that the drunk driver had to be one of the kids at the party, because this was such a small town, and well, the only person in this town that would be stupid enough to drive drunk was a teenager.

Mike was in a coma, and after awhile, I couldn't stand to see him in that kind of shape, so I walked out in the hallway to get my head clear.

"Dr. Mitchell, are you trying to tell us that we have to take our son off of life support?"

"I'm afraid so Mr. Johnson. He's already gone, it's just the machines that are keeping his body going."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! The doctor was telling Josh and Cindy that they had to take Mike off of life support!

"Are you sure doctor? There's nothing else you can do for our son?"

"I'm sure."

"Oh God Josh! NO! I can't do it! That's my baby, I can't do it!"

"Cindy, we have no other choice, he's already gone. Don't worry, he's saved, he's going to heaven, he'll be alright."

I watched as Josh and Cindy made the painful decision to take Mike off of life support. I was hurting so bad, but I couldn't begin to imagine how much they must have felt. Then, suddenly, I watched them as they got up and went over to the doctor to tell him what they had decided.

"Dr. Mitchell, we've made our decision. We're going to let you take him off of life support."

"Mrs. Johnson, I'm so sorry. I know that I can't have any idea how you feel right now, but this is for the best."

"I know."

"Before I take him off life support, I'll let you o in and see him."

"What about me? Can I see him too?"

Josh just looked at me, and then he said, "Sure Paige. You can see him after me and Cindy have."

"Thank you."

Then, they turned and walked into Mike's room. I just sat down in the waiting room and thought about Mike. I thought about all the years we spent together, and I couldn't believe that it was over. Then I realized that I never told Mike I was in love with him. I thought that I would have the time to tell him later. I mean, I didn't think that he would die before I told him that I loved him. It seemed like hours, but Josh and Cindy finally came out of Mike's room, and nodded at me to tell me I could go in now.

I went in his room and sat down beside his bed. He was just lying there, not moving at all. He looked so lifeless. I could hardly stand to look at him. But I started talking to him, crying the whole time.

"You know, Mike, I never thought this would happen. I always thought that we'd both go off to college and have successful careers. But I never told you how I feel about you. Mike, last summer, I fell in love with you. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't think that you felt that way about me and I was afraid that you wouldn't want to be friends with me anymore. But now..."

I couldn't finish, I was crying so hard. Just then, Josh and Cindy walked in with the doctor, and they told me that it was time now. I looked at them and I could tell they hated doing this just as much as I did.

The funeral was beautiful. All the kids from the senior class of `98 came. I cried the whole time. Afterwards, I couldn't bring myself to go see Josh and Cindy anymore. Being in that house just killed me because Mike was no longer there. He was gone forever, all because somebody made the stupid decision to drink and drive.

If you love somebody, then tell them, even if you're not sure that they love you back, because you never know when they'll be taken from you. It can happen in a split second. I waited until it was too late and now, I have to live with that regret for the rest of my life.