I feel a harsh breeze of fear and warmth all at the same time. I stare at the screen, as if the message is going to change, magically. Three months later? What is his incentive? A million ideas run rapidly thorough my head. I feel like I am seeing things, like a mirage. My vision is cloudy. My head feels as though it is throbbing. My hands are slowly shaking. Somehow, I press REPLY.
I type "Hello there, blue eyed stranger". The message is sent after two attempts. My eyes are wide open as I stare straight ahead, I shut my phone. I slowly scan the room, which includes myself and my mothers rat dog, Prince Rocco. I slowly sit on the couch, as I stare at all the knick knacks my mom has put out for display that have not moved for at least five years. I stare at my phone for approximately five minutes, give or take. He finally replies. That moment is when our beautiful roller coaster ride of a friendship begins.
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About Me
- EL CAPITAN
- I listen to atmosphere, they describe their thoughts and life on drugs and i tend to analyze it, creepy. My writing is most always about something in my life. Nothing is "to much information" unless you can't handle it.
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