Dancing. Moving to the beat, swaying, turning, rhythmic sequences. You're hand against my back, pushing me and pulling me, teaching me the movements. Is it really what made you first notice me. Is it what pulled your eyes away from all the others and focused their pale hazel gaze on me. Is it what made you want to press your lips to mine.
It amazes me that something I am so passionate about, drew you to me. It caused you to pause and consider me. To wonder who I really was. I'm not the person everyone makes me out to be. They all seem to have an opinion of me, but if they knew me, would they be so rash to judge. Would they actually assume the outlandish things that they do now. Let them talk. I know the people who know me. I have people that will always be there, and they will always understand. They are neither rash nor ignorant. They are amazing, and darling you are perfect.
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