Vince Michaels captivates my heart. We spent so much time just talking together in my driveway underneath the stars. We hugged endlessly, and swapped long eye contact. We talked about a life together and dreams of the future.
“If you’re it,” he said, “then I’ll be a blessed man.” How am I even supposed to respond to that? I just looked him in the eye and kept that steady contact. My heart was melting into a pile of goop right there.
We held hands briefly while talking. He sang to me as we danced in the moon light. ‘L is for the way you look at me…’ He’s old school. At one point he brushed the hair out of my face and whispered, “You’re beautiful.”
I’m falling for this man.
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Friday, September 3, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
A Letter for You, My Dear
During band practice today, as I sang my harmonies I’d look over at our drummer and he’d be staring me straight in the eye. Vince has been playing drums for a few weeks now and he’s been a great addition to the team. He’s an experienced drummer and he learns well. Whenever I get up there to sing, especially during real time, he’s watching me – studying me. When I meet his gaze, he smiles like a sweet innocent boy.
I had to drive home two kids that had been around today, and Vince decided he’d join in and drive them for me. He took the keys and we ended up getting “lost” on the way home. We weaved through back roads and got farther and farther into the dark night; loving every minute of it. We talked and laughed and dreamt together for hours.
I had made Vince Michaels a mix tape that day and I brought it along so we could listen to the songs together. One of the songs was a silly one where the main instrument was a Uke called “Happy” by Never Shout Never. I told him I meant every word of that song, and he felt the same way. (Go listen, it’s a great one!)
We were embracing in front of his jeep, as he was saying his last goodbyes. “I’ll see you on Thursday,” He kissed my head. The hug kept going as they always do. We could be hugging for hours having sweet conversations together before the thought would even cross our minds that we should let go.
“That’s so far away,” I said muffled by his shirt.
“I have an idea,” He swayed with me back and forth. “Let’s write each other a letter tomorrow and then trade on Thursday.”
What a great idea. Everyone knows I can write way better than I can talk.
I had to drive home two kids that had been around today, and Vince decided he’d join in and drive them for me. He took the keys and we ended up getting “lost” on the way home. We weaved through back roads and got farther and farther into the dark night; loving every minute of it. We talked and laughed and dreamt together for hours.
I had made Vince Michaels a mix tape that day and I brought it along so we could listen to the songs together. One of the songs was a silly one where the main instrument was a Uke called “Happy” by Never Shout Never. I told him I meant every word of that song, and he felt the same way. (Go listen, it’s a great one!)
We were embracing in front of his jeep, as he was saying his last goodbyes. “I’ll see you on Thursday,” He kissed my head. The hug kept going as they always do. We could be hugging for hours having sweet conversations together before the thought would even cross our minds that we should let go.
“That’s so far away,” I said muffled by his shirt.
“I have an idea,” He swayed with me back and forth. “Let’s write each other a letter tomorrow and then trade on Thursday.”
What a great idea. Everyone knows I can write way better than I can talk.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Magic Under the Stars Tonight
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.
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.
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