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Good Idea, or Bad habits?

Here's the story. Freshman year, I was in to all those "bad boys." He, was a good boy though and we became great friends but never ever dated. He was a grade above me and my dad loved him. I dated a really bad kid who was on his wrestling team. He told me how he didn't like me dating him, but told me that he would never tell me I couldn't do something and I respected that. We went to Florida for spring break with our families and I realized I had feelings for him. He liked me so much, he even put a plastic bag over his phone so he could text me while he was in the shower.

Sophomore year: One of his best friends died. He got really messed up. He started drinking all the time, and even got caught up in drugs. I wanted to be there for him, but he pushed me away. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't sit there and watch him self destruct. It was too hard. And he wouldn't talk to me anyway. So we stopped talking.

Junior year: I had no idea who he was...

Senior year: Yesterday, I sent him a snap chat, which is the first form of contact I've had with him in almost two years...

This morning: He responded. Excitedly. and we started talking again like we used to. I never realized how much I have missed him. But I have missed him, so much more than anyone will ever realize. But, I'm afraid. I mean, I've changed so much since we were friends. I am such a typical "goody-goody" now and I just, I don't know how to explain it to him or if I even have to. And maybe, (hopefully) he's changed too. Changed back into the guy I once knew. I hope he has, because I don't know if I will be able to lose him to the alcohol lifestyle again. It was rough.

I Keep My Eyes On Him

On SEBASTIAN MARSHALL

"While I'm in the dressing room five minutes before I come out, I'm breaking my gloves down, I'm pushing the leather to the back of my gloves, so my knuckles could pierce through. When I come out I have supreme confidence. I'm scared to death. I'm afraid. I m afraid of everything. I'm afraid of losing. I'm afraid of being humiliated. But I'm confident. The closer I get to the ring the more confident I get. The closer, the more confident. The closer the more confident I get. All during training I've been afraid of this man. I think this man might be capable of beating me. I've dreamed of him beating me. For that I ve always stayed afraid of him. The closer I get to the ring the more confident I get. Once I'm in the ring I'm a god. No one could beat me. I walk around the ring but I never take my eyes off my opponent. Even if he's ready and pumping, and can't wait to get his hands on me. I keep my eyes on him. I keep my eyes on him. Then once I see a chink in his armor, boom, one of his eyes may move, and then I know I have him. Then once he comes to the center of the ring he looks at me with his piercing look as if he's not afraid. But he already made that mistake when he looked down for that one tenth of a second. I know I have him. He'll fight hard for the first two or three rounds, but I know I broke his spirit. During the fight I'm supremely confident. I'm making him miss and I'm countering. I'm hitting him to the body; I'm punching him real hard. And I'm punching him, and I'm punching him, and I know he's gonna take my punches. He goes down, he's out. I'm victorious. Mike Tyson, greatest fighter that ever lived."

Before you step into your own ring, where are your eyes? You keeping your eyes on him, or are you looking down?

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