Submitted by Gwen:
Oliver was literally the boy next door. He and I grew up together, played together, and were neighbors. When we were about to enter junior high, he and his family moved away, and we kept in touch for a little bit, but, as life happens, we fell out of touch.
Fifteen years later, he called me up. I didn't even know how he found my number, but I didn't care. I was so thrilled that he was back in touch. We Facebooked and I was amazed to see how he had grown up. And the best part of all? He was moving back to our hometown! There was a little part of me that screamed, "You can pick up right where you left off!" although I knew that he probably wouldn't be too into freeze tag any longer.
He picked me up at my house, and gave me the biggest hug ever. It was as if no time had passed at all. It was such a happy moment. Our plans were to go to a sit-down cafe and catch up for a while.
He opened the passenger side door of his car and motioned for me to enter. I smiled and stepped inside. He walked around to the other side of the car, and an oncoming white coupe that was traveling too fast and too close to our side of the road smashed right into him.
The coupe slowed down, long enough for me to see the license plate, but then sped away. I jumped out of the car and called 911. His leg was bent so much that I couldn't imagine that he'd ever walk again. He was unresponsive. It had instantly switched from the very best day to the very worst day of my life.
The ambulance came and took him away. The police took down the license plate of the hit-and-run motorist. No one else was at his apartment, but I took out his cell phone and called his parents to let them know.
I followed the ambulance in my car, waited for over an hour in the hospital waiting room, and a doctor came out to tell me that he was awake and going to be fine. He was asking for me, although they said that I'd have to wait a little while before being allowed in. I called his parents to let them know.
When he was moved to a room, I went in to see him. He gave me the warmest smile and jokingly proposed to me.
His parents flew in. He was let out after a few days, and he recovered.
We're still together.
Submitted by Gwen: