it’s a romantic song and they, our friends–our friends– push us together.
you don’t dance my style you say. you don’t let loose enough.
miffed. i walk away. then, the last song comes on, and everyone looks to us again. our eyes lock, and we’re dancing. our hands intertwined, our bodies together, we’re dancing. and i let loose like never before. just your style.
when we’re done, we’re panting and smiling, eyes tied together with love. and i thought God smiled, too. i really thought.