This is the story of two necklaces, one of them was silver, with two small hearts intertwined with each other. The other was a handmade pearl necklace with a small circular gold clasp.
Let's start off with the pearl necklace.
I mentioned in an earlier post that Johnathan's family liked me a fair bit. Well, I guess this is proof. I went over to Johnathan's house a few days before I graduated from high school, and a few days before he left to tour with SCVC. I don't really remember much, but I remember that Johnathan had come downstairs and handed me this light pink chiffon bag. I asked him what it was, and he just told me to open it. I opened it, and there was this really pretty pearl necklace. I was shocked, to say the least. Johnathan told me his mom had made it for my graduation and that the gold clasp was real gold and everything. I was touched. I remember going up to his mom and thanking her profusely. She smiled and said "you're welcome". I didn't want to take the necklace off afterwards. It was something I held near and dear for a while.
The silver heart necklace.
So about this one...it was graduation day. I was literally about to step foot in the car to drive over to my HS graduation ceremony when this car pulls up and all of a sudden Johnathan jumps out. He runs up to me, hands me another chiffon bag, and hugs me. I was surprised. We had talked the night before, and I knew he couldn't make it to my ceremony because he was officially starting his tour with SCVC by going to Great America and performing in the parade. I thought he left already, because he couldn't come to my graduation or see me off to it. But he managed to make time for me; something he always did. Anyways, he handed me the bag, pretty much told me to have fun and be safe, and then he was off in the car driving away again. I opened the bag, and I could not believe it. He had gotten me this really delicate necklace, that had two hearts intertwined together. It was beautiful. I wore that necklace everyday (even showered with it on/slept with it on too). It meant so much to me. I wore it to Europe, I wore it everywhere I went.
I would like to point out that I'm not really a materialistic type of person, but grand gestures like this are too much for me. I end up thinking about these things often. If someone is kind to me, or gives me anything, like, a handwritten note, I will keep it. I keep the kind gestures and things people do for me. I guess maybe because there's a limited amount of kindness out in the world, it's nice to get reminders of it every so often.
On a side note, here's part of an opera that I really like. I like the lyrics about the two lovers sitting on a park bench. If you have the time, give it a listen. I find it to be moving and beautiful.
