Unbreakable Hearts

~The Best Days of Our Lives~

I've been noticing that I haven't been feeling well lately. Othrr than normal pregnacy sickness, I went to the clinic downtown and my doctor told me that I've been sick because I was diagnosed  with bipolar and depression. I think it's just a temporary phase a result of Steven. I have every right to be mad and sad. It's already been six months since the accident. I've thought about pulling the plug on the breathing machine several times. Every weekend, I went down to the hospital. I either sang to him or I told him another story. Today was different. I just told him about what I'm going through.  I told him, " I'm going to have our baby in two months, I'll be in the bed next to yours so you wouldn't have to miss it and yes, I already did as the doctor. Our baby's going to be named Alanna, as we agreed on months before. I want you to be there for the birth our baby girl. That's why the bed next to yours will bexpositivejust a couple short months. I heard you could still hear things when you're in a coma, but I also know you're practically paralyzed as well, so you won't be able to show any signs of excitement or the fact that you could hear me loud and clear. I love you Stevie, goodbye for now. "

I walked out of that room hoping he heard me and would be alive for our baby's childhood. I was told, " A coma is an unpredictable battle. You never know what can happen" I reminded myself to stay positive about the situation, I knew I wouldn't be able help it.

I was on my way home, praying and listening to the Bible in audio. After a few minutes of that, I turned it off and turned on the radio, the worst possible song of the moment was on it was You Should be Here. It felt like the world was mocking me. I broke down crying trying to focus on the road  but couldn't. Instead of driving too far out and getting in a crash, I pulled over to the side of the road and let myself cry and break down. My eyes were fogged up and blinded by the tears raining from my eyes. I changed the song and got back on the road and pulled myself together as painful as it was. The song that Steven and I first danced to was on. It took me back to prom, back to our Junior year in high school. In that moment I had forgotten about him in the hospital near-death. That moment, everything was right. My problems went away and all I could see were the flashbacks replaying in front of me,  like a melody replaying in my head. Yet, I could see it all clearly while still seeing on the road perfectly.  

That night was perfect. He was dressed up in a red and black tux. I wore my long red dress that drives him crazy. We danced and kissed the whole night. We looked in each other's eyes and he whispered to me, "Someday, I'm going to make you mine and get that ring on your finger." When we got home after prom, he met my family and ate dinner with me. We snuck  out to the backyard, just to catch another moment by ourselves. He put his hands  in my hair, kissed my neck and drug his tongue all over my body. The lightning and thunder storms came and went, we still kissed through it.  The fireflies came around soon after the storm left, we chased them attempting to catch them and use them as latterns but they flew away before we could. It was already 12:00 it was nice weather but a little wet still from the rain, we sat under the patio trying not to be too loud, because my parents were sleeping, we pointed out the constellations. After a while, we both got sleepy and fell asleep on to of each other's shoulders. The morning after came, my head was on his shoulder and I woke up by his moving just a tad. I made him his favorite breakfast. An hour later he woke up to home-made cranberry and white chocolate muffins. He called me up after he git home, we talked for hours and didn't stop until my mom called me to get off the phone and do my chores. I finished them within an hour and still called him back. Sometimes, we'd wake each other up, we didn't care. It was worth every waking moment we got to hearceach other's voice. Once in a while, he would be the only reason I would sleep peacefully at night.

  Janie was at the prom that night with some guy she broke up with years ago.  She thought he was too immature and not ready for commitment it was fun until after high school and he abused her under the influence of alcohol and drugs. She hasn't talked to him since. I remember they were so in love doing more than just dancing and kissing that night. Everyone in school swore they were going to make it. They never did. She married a man who was better than she ever imagined. A real man who loves Jesus and prays every night with her, an occasional spontaneous dance, and dinner every anniversary they can. They've been together four years now.