#itd be really slow then all of the sudde its bright and so warm kinda friendship

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me and prosciutto would be really good friends i think— like I mean me not a glorified version I make for these kinds thoughts.

I imagine it’d be like the friendship I have with my friend peggy, we would sor around his gramophone with music of old playing in the background and we talk for hours an hours. Next thing we know it’s like 4am and I should really go home but he would, depending if where living in an apartment complex he’d watch me from his balcony making sure I get home.

or he’d walk me home and we’d share a smoke, he would get annoyed with me because it’s kinda windy and I can’t get my cigarette to stay lit so he’ll take it from me and hand me his already lit one. Hed probably give me a light tap at the back of my head, y’know when your being a goof and your grandma would give you a little tap?

This would always be a reoccurring thing we’d sit on his balcony a lot to having smoke breaks and I’d tell him my little insecurities or worried about mundane things. Hed shake his head hold my cheeks in hand while reprimanding me like “ salem, I have personally watched you grow and accomplish so much here in an unknown country, things you told me you cannot do nor figure out.. but look at you now you did them!” Or something like that hed go on for awhile before hed do the little head bump he doesn’t with Pesci.

I would tell him he’s right as he always is with a mock pout cause damn does he have to know everything. I would also return the favor as friendship is never one sided or over balanced. He doesn’t need pep talks though I’d feel the longer we’re friends he would open up to me about things in his life, the good and the bad. There may be one night where he’s just completely distraught hair a mess he may or may not be crying.

He doesn’t want his teammates/friends to see him like this so he’d call me up, he won’t really saying anything other then “ salem I need you.” I can tell what’s wrong but of course I’ll hurry my way over to his apartment/house. He would ask me to hold him while he’s half curled leaning against the house, I will and I will hold him tight. We don’t talk nor do we move for what feels like hours, he’ll have calmed down by now we’d talk as if this hasn’t happened. I’ve learned not to press these with prosciutto so I’ll go along with it confused.

I would get a call the next night and he’ll thank me for not leaving him alone or talking to much just simply holding him while he worked through his thing. He may or may not share it and I’m ok with that. I tel him it’s ok he’s my friend and I’d do anything for him. Which is true I love friends dearly and if I’m treated right I’ll give it back 10 fold.

I can absolutely ramble on about this but I’ll stop for now I’m getting kinda of a weird homesickness of sorr for this lmao