I hate when Chuck goes snowboarding. I had never thought of snowboarding as dangerous, but when he got into an accident five years ago, it sealed the deal for my disdain of the sport. We were just barely dating when I got a call from a friend of Chuck's who I had never met. At the time, I don't think I had actually met any of his friends. His name was Jon, who Chuck and I call "Chev", and he said that Chuck had gotten into an accident, was in an ambulance and had been in and out of consciousness. It was one of those phone calls we all dread. Chuck's accident included bleeding on his brain, a concussion, and a pretty scraped up and swollen face. I felt sick inside. The thought that would not escape me was, "I never told him I loved him." Granted we had only been dating for less than a month, but I already knew with certainty I loved him. Several days later when Chuck finally made it home safely, and I was finally able to see hi...