He took my old acoustic and a piece of my heart. We were trying to find a quiet, secluded island where we could play music and talk freely with no interruptions. We found it in the middle of my front lawn, and there we stayed content with the company we found in each other for hours.
The stars were vibrant, they were screaming at us to be watched and admired. The heat lightening flashed through out the night, illuminating dark clouds that soon disappeared again. Here is where this beautiful boy, Vince, exposed his heart to me. It was as if he had ripped it – bloody, scarred, but still beating- out of his chest and extended his hand out to me. I took it, how could I not? I locked it up in my soul and promised to tell nobody of his secrets.
His hair fell down his forehead in sloppy swoops, and he peered through classy glasses. He told me about his tortured past, claiming he regretted nothing because it made him who he was today. He shared things that hurt him so much, things that were hard to even verbalize. Memories and confessions that no person should have had to keep locked up. He’d said I was only the third person who actually knew theses stories.
“There’s potential in us,” he said staring me right in the eyes, “I figured it was better to spill the beans now than later. I hope it doesn’t change how you view me.” I shook my head. How could anything from his past that he had no control over change how I view him? He is still perfectly flawless in my eyes.
It’s always under the stars where souls fall in love. It’s always in moments like this where hearts become entangled together for lifetimes. Isn't it funny how pain can unite us? I know for a fact that I fell for him in that moment and I replay it over and over in my head, like a song on repeat. The picture of him sitting there, with the guitar on his lap is forever engraved in my mind. And if there is a future for us, I mark tonight as the night where we officially swapped hearts.
