Matters of the Heart Pt. 2

So this is where it starts.



I'm really sick of this.

I met him in college, at a not so random party. He was taking flying lessons and had a thing for Frank Sinatra. He introduced me to Ben Harper and burned me a copy of his CD. We laid in his bed talking about life, and a myriad of things I can no longer recall. I left near dawn. And the innocence of it all. Well, that was a time I no longer seem to subscribe.