The overcomplication of life.
"Your going seperate ways, this wont last."
"He will be too far away to see you much why even try for a long distance relationship?"
These are the questions I'm asked. I can't break up with him he is an entire peice of me. Part of life, in my bones a part of breathing. Without him I would break and shatter into a million little pieces. I reminisce back to how I first heard about him. I flashback to the hospital, I'm surrounded with white and medical equipment. The second my eyes flutter open my mom jumps from her seat.
"Oh baby, my poor baby."
I start to realize more as time goes on. Tye machine beside me is emmitting a rhythmic beeping, I think my head is bandaged and my arm is in a cast, and my mother is way over tired.
"Mom, what happened? How long have I been asleep?" I croaked out these questions one after the with little trouble.
"You've been out two days now. And the crash, hear I will tell you..."
It started coming back.
2 days earlier
"Hey can you turn up the music, pretty please?"
I lean over and twist the dial obeying my little brother. Just driving him home from hockey and boy does he have energy afterwards. Suddenly the car ahead stops, with no warning. I try pumping the breaks but its useless as we slide across the black ice. As we roll into the shoulder it all goes black. I have moments I remember bits and pieces after that. Screaming my brothers name as somebody dragged me through the truck window. the second I heard he was okay I blacked out again and apparently this is tye first time I've woken up since.
"A boy, he's been in twice to see you comes everyday. In fact here he is now."
My mother gives me a tired smile allowing the boy and I to be alone.
"Well, it's good to see you up today, first time since I met you."
Oh, I think, this is the person who pulled me through the window.
"Thank you for coming to visit me."
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay, you had a pretty bad crash." He motions to my body covered in scratches, scrapes, cuts and bruises. Standing to leave I realize I barely know him.
"Would it be okay for me to keep coming back, to visit?"
"Of course, same time same place? I cant really go anywhere at the moment."
He chuckles, "See you tomorrow."
After that day I began to wait for him to arrive. My parents, siblings, aunties, and uncles would visit when they could.
My best and really only friend had moved away before the school year, so she would text or call between studying and homework. When the family would come my little brother, the first time at least very proudly showed me his scar, his only injury from the crash. His car seat had protected him the doctors said.
He bean coming to the appointments that boy. Physio and other doctors appointments. Spring break came my family was going to cancel vacation to stay home with me but I persuaded them to go. Each day he came by. Pushing me in my wheelchair at the park, picking up groceries. Since I had been busy with appointments and in the hospital for a good while I caught up over spring break and did my classes online, he helped me with a couple of my courses, never hard on me for what I didn't know. By graduation we were near inseparable. After a day at school he'd come to my house. We would work on homework and chat about our days. From the time I woke up I'd count down the hours until I got home. His grad was a day before mine. I came of course, excited to see the person who had stuck by my side most of all. The next day at my grad there he was, sitting so proud of me. A light shone in his eyes as he watched me crutch steadily towards the podium so much progress since my previous attempts at using my crutches. Afterwards we went out. He took me to the lake and we sat there in the bed of his truck. That's where we are now, where this story started. What are we going to do about separating for so long? His college is eight hours away. I will only see him on big vacations. We have until the end of the summer that's it. Than its until Thanksgiving, than Christmas break, springbreak and best of all the summer. Only four visits in one year. How will we do it?
