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It killed him.

He told me how he took my advice, and told her how he felt. He told me how they met at their usual spot every Wednesday for lunch, and how she sat in complete silence as he told her. He told me how she said nothing when he finished. He told me how he asked her what she was thinking. He told me how everything he said made her cry.

Her tears hit him like a left hook. It carommed off his cheek, reverborated to his molars, split his jaw, shot up his skull, shook his brain, buckled his knees, and crumpled his lifeless body to the floor. I knew that feeling, but he said he could take it: He made adjustments to the pattern, and thus became adjusted to the pain. He could take the punishment, the repeated shots, and the constant punches. He wasn't in love, he was punch drunk.

It killed me to watch him get up from his stool with his eyes swollen shut, his nose bloody and broken, and his jaw enflamed with two teeth missing. Between pitiful gasps for any kind of air, he would say "Sheesh da one, Filff. I can doo ith! Sheesh da one! I nooo ith!" He wanted the same thing I did, so I let him go, "Fine, finish the job." I said. Before leaving the corner, he turned to me to wink as best he could with the one good eye he had. "Noo plaablem!"

Now, here we were. I found him still sitting in the chair later that night. His parents called me asking where he was, and I told them I had an idea, nevertheless I would call them once I found him, and drive him home. There was so many wrappers on the tray in front of him; if I didn't come earlier, the manager said, he would eat the entire menu in another hour. Without saying a word, I slinked into the booth and sat there across from him. Mixed with saturated fats and absolute sorrow, his tears flowed from his face and onto the paltry board the fast food joint called a table. I watched him cry for a couple of minutes, before a pair of eavesdropping teenagers in the lineup began whispering about us. "With the way he's going, I wonder if there is anything left." One of them said, which got both of them chuckling. I knew we had to leave, and sadly so did he. As I put my hands on the table to rise from the booth, he stop sulking and asked, "Why duss no one luv me?" I knew there was an answer for him somewhere. Such a question followed other men right into the grave, but other men were not like him. He would die that night if he didn't know.

"I love you, Phil." I said. "We all love you, man."

His sulking quieted down, but he kept crying. Reluctantly, after I rose from the booth, he followed me out of the restaurant leaving a ton of crumpled wrappers, a bewildered manager, and a pair of laughing teenagers behind.

As I opened the trunk to get a pair of water bottles, he sank into the passenger side of my car. When I closed the hatch, I received a text message. It was her: She "heard from friends I was back in town, and since she wasn't doing anything maybe we could..."

I got in the car, gave him a bottle, and put mine in the cup holder.

"Was dat her?" He asked.
"Yes, it's her." I replied. We stared out the car as it started to rain.
"She alweez lucked at yuu." He added.

"Wha dit yuu say?"

She Sometimes Reads These

Just a random Hayley Williams picture ._. What? o_O

After the church service ended, I was standing in the foyer. I didn't know anybody, when I arrived, but I recognized and met a few people by the end of the night. So while I'm standing I hear someone singing from inside the sanctuary; it was such a beautiful voice, although I never heard that song before, so I rushed back into the sanctuary to find out who it was.

One of her friends was playing guitar, and she was singing along. I never heard anyone sing as beautifully as she does. Some people say I have a good memory, however I feel terrible knowing that I can't recall LARGE segments of that night. We share one particular memory, one which I would like to forget: She informed me that we crossed paths years before, but I couldn't remember that. She was only visiting my area for the day, however she knew who I was because I was bouncing off the walls and being my boisterous, HUGE self. During that particular episode, I didn't bother to find out who she was back then, because if I took the time out it's possible I would be a better person for knowing her then as I do now. As crummy as I still feel about, she still forgave me and reminded me I was HIP ^_^ She is also very warm and sincere.

It's hard to stay in a foul mood when she is around, because she will find a way to get a smile out of you. If you are new to the group, she will find out who you are by the end of the day! She is also as humble as she is talented, for showmanship and bravado are not what she is after, however that's what draws me and so many of her friends to her. There are a few other things I didn't mention here, nevertheless I hope I can tell her how much I appreciate her friendship and kindness ^_^

Why did you do this?

If you don't "eulogize" the people you love, like, respect or admire while they are alive, how will they know what you mean to them when they are dead. Of course, there are no secrets in Heaven, so if you believe in the truth, then they will find out EVERYTHING about you when they die. It would be far worse to keep such positive secrets from those you care about; that's something I struggle with. Now that I'm almost halfway to collecting my pension, people I grew up with my whole life are beginning to go away: Some across town, others across the country, and a few people are no longer with us, unfortunately.

This will not be a BIG series, but over the week I hope to share some stories about people I know, and talk about how they shaped my life, and all without divulging names or personal information o_O If my real life friends reading my blog know who I am talking about, then congratulations ^_^ (For the sake of the internet, please keep your answers private? Thanks!)

In case you are reading this: Yes, that's a portion of what I think when I think about you. I'll be out of the house on Monday, so if you want to chase me with a stick I'll be outside in a public park with plenty of witnesses LOL