Jack of Harts

She changed my life the day she entered it. Long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a penchant for yellow sundresses that blew my mind. She was a true Scandinavian beauty. Then there was her cousin. Long brunette locks, dark brown eyes that could melt a soul, and what she did to blue jeans should have been against the law. And they could play guitars better than I could. Now I was no slouch back then. I was The Guy. I played at all the beach parties, because I was just that good. Then they joined me and the music got so much better. We were totally in sync, body, mind, and soul. We made Heaven on Earth and I never wanted anything else but that.