I'd Wear Your Heart Like a Symbol

The Weeknd posted this photo today and sparked this…

“I think you should go talk to someone else,” he said, squeezing my hand tightly. His pale pink suit complemented his tanned skin and deep chestnut eyes perfectly as he lounged on the velvet couch.

He was utterly gorgeous.

“What if I don’t want to?” I flirted back, gazing around the room full of extravagantly dressed partygoers. Champagne glasses clinked, and laughter that was just a tad bit too exuberant threatened to drown out the ambient background music.

The song was nostalgic, and I wished everyone would take it down about three notches so I could enjoy it.

I took a sip of my whiskey, the heavy crystal glass cool and solid as I rested it on my bare knee.

Looking into Abel’s eyes I smiled. He grinned back, his head perfectly propped on his other hand.

“Excuse me,” a voice called from above me, “Is this seat taken?”

He curiously pointed to where Abel sat, that look of one too many shots of tequila gazing back at me.

“Sorry, it is,” I smiled and shrugged innocently as if I was apologizing for something that was completely out of my hands.

I mean, it was, if we were being honest.

The man paused awkwardly and disappeared into the crowd as I quietly giggled.

“Well, that is definitely not the way to make friends,” Abel teased.

But maybe I didn’t want any other friends.

Maybe I just wanted to sit here, hold his warm, soft hands, and miss him in silence.