He Owns A Piece Of My Heart

Before I met the man of my dreams, I had my heart broken three times. Each one of these guys to this day carries a small piece of that broken heart inside them somewhere, and always will. I've already written about the third, this story is about the first.

The moment I first saw him there was something absolutely dashing about him. That's right I used the word dashing. That's the best way to describe this blond haired blue eyed guy who came into my life right as I entered high school. I thought he was cute, but my real crush began the night we spent at homecoming. As we sat in the back of a truck drinking night-train watching our dates shove there tongues down each other's throat, an important friendship was born.  

He was kind and funny, and one of my closest friends during my freshman year in high school. The black album was HUGE at the time, and I remember sitting around drinking beer and him telling me what he thought the meaning of this song was. For me it was about how I felt about him. From that moment on I ALWAYS connected it to him. When I hear it today my mind drifts back in time.

I remember his old car that was parked out in front of his house that didn't run. We would sit in that car and talk for what seemed like hours. I remember being in a school play where he and a bunch of other friends made me laugh out load while onstage by yelling from the audience. I remember walking through town a million different times, playing video games, many nights drinking beer, and roller skating drunk. 

My heart belonged to him, and all i could do was watch him fall in and out of lust with every other girl around me. Whatever it was, I could never get him to see me as more than his good friend, or see how much I wanted him for myself. Other guys would come and go for me during that time, but I would've left any of them in a second for him.

Time marched on, and eventually he joined the Marines. I had grown up a little by that time, and had moved on, but still had strong feelings for him. I wrote him a letter telling him how I felt. I had nothing to lose, with him already being so far away. I'll never  forget how I felt the day he wrote me back. He wasn't much for words, but offered to take me on a date when he came home on leave.

Fortunately for me, the date never came to be. He met the girl he would later marry (and eventually divorce) before that date ever happened. And my life continued moving down the path that would eventually lead me to my husband. He lives in another state now, and has found love with what I hear is a great girl. I hope so, because he deserves it. 

Even though it's been many many years, every time I hear Nothing Else Matters I remember what it was like to be that 14 year old freshman girl with his smiling face looking at me, and feeling like nothing else mattered.