My First Psychological Lash Was Embraced by the Collateral Beauty of a Lyric
How my first love left me for my best friend
‘And love is not the easy thing/ The only baggage that you can bring…’ was playing in that garage where the only tenuous light illuminated the clinging couples. On the rhythm of slow movements, their lips danced between the excitement of the first kiss and the exploration of new sensations.
It was the crazy ’90s. The garage parties made us sick to our stomachs because it could be that night. The night of the first kiss. The night of the first love.
‘Is all that you can’t leave behind,’ was the last chorus’ song of that music court. The vocal was so intense, just like my expectation to find the passion of my life.
She was the perfect girl, who rummaged in the depths of my heart like someone who plays rope skipping freely on the street with her friends.
My heart almost jumped out of my mouth as I approached the garage.
At a fraction of a second, I forgot to listen to the vocalist; such was the mind drift. But he continued, ‘And if the darkness is to keep us apart,’ as a warning that things aren’t as simple as your ingenuity want it to be.
