So, I was minding my own business driving to work today when an idiot changed lanes into my car. Thankfully, I was in the right lane and not the left, so he only pushed me into the curb, rather than on-coming traffic. My car is ok, except for a tiny dent (barely visible). And I'm none the worse for wear except a little shaken and a little bummed out. I took all his info and a kind woman stopped and gave me her info too in case I needed a witness. It's very obviously his fault, but MAN was it scary to me.
It got me thinking about a conversation that I had with one of my best friends just yesterday. You see I've been holding out telling my boyfriend how I feel about him until he says something about how he feels about me. He was one of the first people I thought to call today. But after the accident I thought (and I am aware that this is typical girly thinking), if I had been pushed into on-coming traffic or off an overpass and somehow died, I would have done so without him knowing how I felt about him. And worse yet, with me knowing that he didn't know and I did. Would it matter? I'm sure my friends would tell him, but wouldn't that be bitter sweet to hear that you are loved when you can't tell that person that you indeed do love them too? (maybe, I don' t know maybe he doesn't feel that way)
Should I tell him how I feel now while I can? Or does this experience illustrate exactly why there's no point in waiting? I don' t know....
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