Hi I'm July and I'm going to be telling you the story of my life. At least my adapt life. So let's fast forward to age 22 when I was in my last year of college. So I was in my particularly interesting class for my major, midwifery. This had to have been one of the best days of my life for two reasons. For one it was the day we got to practice delivering a baby, and for two it was the day I met my future husband. Ok so I was sitting there listening to the professor drown on and on about how the plans had changed and we were going to meet in the room where we were going to deliver the baby the next day. So for today he was going to just have a review day. Nobody said anything from what I knew, but this one guy in the very back. He said something about them getting their crap together and keeping the plans in place and not telling us lies. After the class was over, I tracked this guy down to tell him how brace he was for talking to the professor like that. When I caught up to him, I just about fainted. He had long dirty blonde hair that spilled out of his beanie, crisp ocean blue eyes and the completion of a sunsetting sky. I stood there in awe for what seemed like hours as my life flashed before my eyes. Mid sentence, I stopped and asked him what his name was. He replied by saying it was Connor. I told him my name was July and asked him if I could walk with him, so we wouldn't be late for class. When he said sure, my heart skipped a beat. I couldn't stop staring at him. He was the hottest guy I had ever laid eyes on. After telling him about his bravery, I stupidly asked him if he had a girlfriend. I whispered to my self
"Of course he does."
He responded with
"No but do you?"
When I said no, his eyes lot up and he smiled the cutest smile ever. I knew he was happy and might of liked me, but I wasn't sure. He stoped walking, turned to me and said
"In that case, do you want to go out with me sometime?"
My heart completely stopped and I smiled, then leaned over and said
"Sure"
He smiled super big, and kept walking.
Fast forward 3 weeks later, we were officially dating. We sat. Ext to each other everyday in every class we had together, held hands, secretly spent the night at each other's dorms and literally had sex every night in between classes, or when we were supposed to be studying. It was the best relationship know to man kind. He was such a gentleman, and was always concerned about me. It was the day we were to graduate, and I couldn't find him anywhere. I looked in his dorm, the game room, my dorm, called his phone 27 times and every time, got voicemail. I was about to break down in tears. The first thing I thought was weather he was alive. I called my best friend Ally and she came over in a matter of five minutes. She talked me through it, then said to me
"Did you call his moms house??"
I freaked out and grabbed my phone dialing his moms number. The second she answered, I just about yelled,
"Is Connor there?"
She replied by saying
"Just go to the hospital closest to the school. Im here and have bad news but don't worry, you can still graduate today ."
I jumped into the car with Ally and drove as fast as I could to the hospital. She met me at the door and brought me to his room. When I got there I slowly walked in, and saw him laying there, in a coma. I burst into tears and laid my head down on his cold, pale chest. When I lifted my head, I saw his heart start to race. I turned to the hall and screamed for the doctor, nurse, anyone. I just needed someone. Something was not right.
