I see you standing there, back against the wall. You glance at me, but casually look away.
I work up my courage to approach you.
Butterflies in my stomach, I’m afraid you’ll see through me. But I fight the feeling and continue undeterred.
You act surprised as I awkwardly mumble a few words. I scan your face for some subtle confirmation that I haven’t overstepped my bounds. Your smile tells me to stand my ground.
The music starts. You oblige my whim and take my hand. It all begins as an excuse to stand next to you, holding you close. Who knows how the night will end…
What ever happened to the dance?