People always say, "I love you so much I'd take a bullet for you!"
But how many mean that?
Proud to say now that I know without a doubt that I would. (Even if they missed. :D)
Jerry and I were on a moving bus heading down a street at night, having just deplaned. Someone pulled out a gun, aimed at Jerry, and before they could even cock the gun, I put myself in front of him and tried to pull him as hard as I could to get him away from danger.
Upon inspection, I checked myself for blood. I had been missed. The window behind us spiderwebbed from the impact.
A small dream, but very pleasing and ego-stroking for me. Hm, yes, quite right. Pip pip!
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