My eyes flutter open to someone's fingers running through my hair. I smile because I haven't felt this happy in a long time. Whatever cloud was hanging over me a week ago has lifted. And now on my way home, I couldn't be more ready to start whatever journey is next.
We start talking. Anything and everything. He wants to know more about me. Where I have come from, who I am, where I am going. I just laugh and dodge most of his questions, because if there's one thing that makes me uncomfortable it's talking about myself for too long.
After a while we start talking relationships. It comes out that both of us were recently involved with somebody, but we brush over that quickly. He then looks me in the eyes, "I'm kind of a heart breaker."
I look back at him, feeling a scared clenching feeling inside... but my heart is already broken, so I shrug it off and laugh. Then I ask him to elaborate.
We're sitting on my porch in the cool summer night air. It's been the perfect day, but a question nags inside. I lean back on my arms and stretch my legs out on the warm cement. When we do start talking, it comes out naturally. Something both of us have been thinking for a while. I feel a little on edge, listening closely as he casually walks around the real issue at hand. At the end of the conversation, I feel better... but as I tell my mom about it later, I realize I still don't have my answer.
Tears threatening my eyes make me angry, and I slam the car door shut. He walks me to the door like always, but I barely touch him when he hugs me. We say good-bye and I place my hand on the cold door handle. "I'm kind of a heart breaker" rings in my ears.
I'm kind of a heart breaker.
I'm kind of a heart breaker.
I'm kind of a heart breaker.
Well he wasn't going to break my heart. Not even a chance.
p.s. i want spring time.
We start talking. Anything and everything. He wants to know more about me. Where I have come from, who I am, where I am going. I just laugh and dodge most of his questions, because if there's one thing that makes me uncomfortable it's talking about myself for too long.
After a while we start talking relationships. It comes out that both of us were recently involved with somebody, but we brush over that quickly. He then looks me in the eyes, "I'm kind of a heart breaker."
I look back at him, feeling a scared clenching feeling inside... but my heart is already broken, so I shrug it off and laugh. Then I ask him to elaborate.
We're sitting on my porch in the cool summer night air. It's been the perfect day, but a question nags inside. I lean back on my arms and stretch my legs out on the warm cement. When we do start talking, it comes out naturally. Something both of us have been thinking for a while. I feel a little on edge, listening closely as he casually walks around the real issue at hand. At the end of the conversation, I feel better... but as I tell my mom about it later, I realize I still don't have my answer.
Tears threatening my eyes make me angry, and I slam the car door shut. He walks me to the door like always, but I barely touch him when he hugs me. We say good-bye and I place my hand on the cold door handle. "I'm kind of a heart breaker" rings in my ears.
I'm kind of a heart breaker.
I'm kind of a heart breaker.
I'm kind of a heart breaker.
Well he wasn't going to break my heart. Not even a chance.
p.s. i want spring time.
Madeline. You didn't get any comments on this post, but you should have. It is beautiful. I always want to write things like this, but I'm too scared. You are a wonderful writer and I love you to pieces.
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