So i was coming down the stairs last Tuesday and tripped; when a very handsome and debonair boy in a dress coat caught me. (literally) He looked me right in the eye with a very concerned look and just asked me if i was alright. I said yes and i think that is thanked him but you never know. It was the end of the day so i walked behind him until our paths did part but for the rest of the week I wanted to know who he was and wanted to thank him; i wasn't sure if i had the first time. I had named him Phillip for lack of a better name in that moment. But he seemed to be lost in a sea of adolescents with no manners and for that matter; didn't care that they didn't have manners.
Well, i found him. It took time perseverance and a bit of stalking but i found him. His name is Alex and i doubt that if i were to speak to him that he would even remember who i was and what he had done for me. Even though i now know his name every time i see him he will always be Phillip and even though he probably doenst realize it; he touched my life and made a lasting impression. This makes me wonder how many people's lives we all touch everyday and how much of it they remember and think of when they look at you. I hold this story for example and maybe someday i will have a real conversation with Phillip and speak of the day that he saved me a very large bruise.
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Were you envious when I told you that I played Cops and Robbers and ate candy cigarettes with this boy? I accidentally typed "Rubbers", which is funny.
alex<3
he is suuuuuuuch a cutie.
and I seriously cannot stop with the tres bien ensemble.
Stalker. Marrrrrrrgle.
I wish someone could have saved me when I tripped on my water bottle today. Although, since it was in my room, a Philip-like savior making a presence there would have not left me touched, but rather flabbergasted and appalled.
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