I can't help but to wonder what this would be like if we had never danced. Would things be the way they are now? Would you still look at me the way you do? Kiss me the way you do? Would it change us, this, everything?
We danced tonight. Around the room we flew, feet barely touching the ground, hand in hand. This is what I always dreamed of. How is it that this is happening? How is it that you choose me? Everyday I wonder and everyday you tell me not to, but how can I not, when thing's like this just don't happen to people like me. You're so amazing. So talented. So perfect. This can't be real. Any minute now I am going to feel like I'm falling and I will jerk awake and realize this was all just a dream. Every piece, every fragment, was one created by my over active imagination. If this is truly a dream, I will it to go on just a little longer.
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