Alex's Regrets

Alex's POV

I look across the bar and I saw her. Laughing and having a good time and usually that sight would make me smile too, but not when Peckwell is the reason for her happiness.

Chest Peckwell.

He's probably the biggest douche at this hospital and he's dating Jo. My Jo. My girl.

I know I should've said something months ago when I realized that my feeling towards that brown haired intern were more than just friendship, but I was scared. And who could blame me with everyone I've ever loved turning out to be crazy or having cancer or just leaving. Every time I saw Jo I saw perfection, hell I still do and that's exactly why I didn't tell her how I felt. If I tell her something's going to go wrong. I'll turn that once perfect girl into a mess because that's what I do, that's what I've always done.

But sitting here at Joe's watching her and that stupid douche have a great night while I'm still waiting on being the slightest bit happy, I wonder if maybe, just maybe, she could've been the one girl I didn't screw up. If she could've been the one that stays. The one I'll marry and not divorce. And we could have little evil spawn babies and we could be happy.

So sitting here drinking away my problems I have to wonder that maybe she could be the one. And the more I think the more I know.

I know I just let the girl of dreams fall into the hands of some douche with big arms, and why?

Because me, Alex Karev, was to scared to say what I was actually feeling and now I need to find a way to get her out of that douche bag's big arms and into mine.

I just hope I'm not too late.