Firsts
You also have to acknowledge the first time you saw him. Not to confuse âseeâ with âlookâ because youâve always looked at him, memorized every jacket heâs worn, how he likes to wear each one. You have to remember the first time you saw him, because your firsts made you very aware of all your seconds and thirds.Â
It took you maybe three months to really see him; He was wearing a bright-colored jacket, sleeves rolled up, hands in his pockets. He was singing a song thatâs since been a staple in your playlists. Everyone was clapping their hands. He embodied the kind of laid back rock-n-roll vibe that everyone loved. The kind that made you want to clap along to his song. But when you realize that youâve been hailing with the crowd, you take a step back and listen to the atmosphere. Everyoneâs voices was breaking, sending love to his unbroken song. And he looked perfectly there.
Since then, heâs been singing in varying crowds: auditoriums. classrooms. a few friends. in the dark. And since then, youâve been very much aware that itâs his heart thatâs singing, and youâre very much aware that youâre listening. Because the moment bigger crowds would get themselves to pay to listen to his voice, youâll realize that heâs not meant to be hidden, despite all the selfish efforts you try to make to keep him a secret from the world.
