Jonfen!
(^haha j/k. Jeashwah,) I'm really glad that I met you. I know we talk about this whole "how long" "when's the right time" deal all the time, but I feel like I haven't told you that... No matter how long it takes, I'm not going anywhere. If it takes 2 weeks or 1 month or 10 months or a year. I'm really not going anywhere. You're definitely one of my closest friends. Either way I've been blessed beyond what I deserve - to have you as a friend firstly, and then to have you feel the same way I do about you, blows my mind. BUT I think that's enough cheesies for the blog. lol sorry, I couldn't help myself. Okay, well sorry it took me a while to get back to this but you did kind of leave me in a tough spot. hah. Enjoy..
His house's lone clock, hung directly above his television set, Sal's only reminder of the outside world. No matter how much he tried to conceal himself from the sun, people, his neighbor's annoying scottish terrier, one thing he could not run from, time. The clock matched the wallpaper theme of the outdoors, with a different type of backyard bird drawn for each number around the horn. The time was currently a half past a blue jay and the second hand continued to steadily chip away at the remainder of the day. Tick-Tick, Bob Barker's voice would break the silence, "Come on down!", tick, tick, "Spin that wheel!", tick, tock, tick...That's when it happened...
All of a sudden Terri, the neighbor's dog burst through the back door of the trailer barking as he chased Sal's cat Tommy. He was so startled that everything around him went blank for a few seconds. Then suddenly as his vision returned there was an immense pressure in his chest, as if the world's fattest person was sitting on him. In addition to the crippling crushing sensation in his chest, stabbing pains attacked the entire left side of his body, and he had lost all control of his left arm. Sal knew exactly what was happening. With a family history of heart attacks, there was no way that this could be anything else. All that panic and fear in his eyes had no escape, he could see the end of his life coming all too soon; and yet not a sound could escape his lips. At that moment he realized what a fool he'd been...
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