He was the one that started it all. His smile melted hearts. Keep in mind that plural; hearts. He was like a shot of whisky in the morning; he burns your throat and leaves you numb for the rest of the day from one slight press upon your lips; he was also like whisky in the way that once you start you don't stop until you're falling all over yourself and ruined your life in the process.
But in the beginning, he was lovley. He could do no wrong, he had that southern hospitality, that charm that makes you wonder if it's all true, if every little tale your mother told you about the prince coming to save you was true, and damn i was desperate to be saved.
I was destroying myself and he loved it.
See he was a special kind of guy. He was the one that found the girl that was the most broken out of everyone and told her how beautiful she was because damn did he love to make girls smile. He took the broken and told them they didn't deserve the pain, he had the voice of an angel, but the devil was once an angel and he had definitely fallen from heaven.
I had learnt the name of the devil, i had learnt to sing it from the rooftops. I had learnt to cry it when i was hurt and to whisper it in my sleep. Richard was his name but everyone called him Ricky.
Everyone except me of course. But again I am Jumping ahead.
