I avert my eyes from his and that stupid dimple in his right cheek I always thought was so stinking cute, giving them a moment. Ruby Jane thinks that Jameson hung the moon. Once upon a time I believed it were true.
But in real life, there aren’t any real happily ever afters. You know why? Because all great love stories end in tragedy. Life isn’t a love song. Even if you find your person and you grow old together, one of you dies leaving the other with half of their soul missing. That’s why I am marrying Wes…he’s safe. My heart is protected with him. Jameson promised me he would love me forever. It was a lie, all of it was lies. I should of known he was the type of guy who would only break my heart.
I got a foolish heart
The more it hurts
The harder I love
I got a foolish heart
The brighter the flame
The bigger the burn
I got a foolish heart
The more I fight
The deeper the cut
I got a foolish heart
I’ll never forget the day I met Jameson. I was ten years old.
Flashback
“You always sit here with your nose in a book?”
“No.” I look up to see a boy I don’t know staring at me. The sun is in my eyes I have to squint to see him. I don’t recognize him from school or the neighborhood either. I wiggle in my seat on the wooden park bench feeling uncomfortable and sweaty. I’ve been sitting here for a good hour reading.
“You got a dollar?”
“No. You always ask so many questions?”
“Nope.” He pops the P. “So…no dollar?” He scratches the back of his head ruffling his hair.
“Nope.” I pop the P too.
“Aww that’s too bad, I was really hoping you could help me out, my little sister is going to be upset with me.”
“Why?” I ask getting curious.
“Today is her birthday and I promised her a firecracker popsicle.”
Looking over to the left, I see her. She looks to be no more than four, maybe five, dressed in tattered overalls with dirt on her chin, crooked pigtails too. Looking over at that rude boy, he's older than me but only by a couple of years. He has messy dark hair that curls around his ears in a shag cut under the rim of his hat. He has that skater boy look. Ratty T-shirt, holey jeans, scuffed chucks.
I’d prefer to be in my overalls too. I have a denim pair that is cut off into shorts. They are so comfortable. I look at my own clothes; school uniform neatly pressed, pearls around my neck, pristine white Chuck Taylors on my feet. I normally only dress this way for school and when my daddy is coming to visit. He’s coming today. He likes me to look all pretty and girly like a little lady. I am a bit of a Tomboy and my daddy hates that. My mom, she was girly, wore expensive perfume. At least that is what my Nana says.
I look over to the ice cream truck, chewing on the inside of my jaw. “Yeah, I got a dollar, but I’ll only have enough for two, so you're going to have to share.”
“Alright. So…you’re a liar.” He shuffles his feet not looking me in the eye when he insults me.
My cheeks flush. I just know my ears are red too. They turn bright red when I get upset or embarrassed. The kids at school are always teasing me about it among other things.
“What?” I ask not understanding his comment.
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