The Dance

 

I sit here at my table for one, glancing around the room full of couples before one in particular catches my eye, they remind me of us.  I watch as she brushes past him, his eyes follow her to the small dance floor as he watches her body move with her dress, the way the hem moves gently against her legs. He stands a few feet away taking in the sight of her as she turns to face him.

I look over to him, a clean cut, small town looking guy, a little rough around the edges, not the kind of guy who's in a dress shirt, causal as it may be, and slacks very often. He looks to be in his mid or early twenties but what reminds me of you are his eyes. There’s sweetness to them, they show a good heart, for those who can see it.

He seemed tentative, amazed, but scared as if he took anymore steps forward or if he touched her she would vanish.

I looked over to her; she seemed younger than him maybe only a couple years, my age probably. Her dress was simple, black with thin straps that rested on her shoulders under the waves of her shoulder length hair. She had it half clipped up away from her eyes, the warm browns smiled playfully at him. Her lips showed a small mischievous grin as she reached out for his hand.

I could feel the warmth of your fingers on mine as I slowly pull myself toward you, my heart nervous and fluttering yet warm and melting at the same time. You still seem stunned, scared or maybe just as nervous as I am. Holding your hand I gently twirl myself under your arm and back out facing you. I feel you respond pulling me close, your other hand moving to the small of my back sending warm chills up my spine;  I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Your hand holding mine draws in against your chest, my other arm moves around the back of your neck. I glance up into your eyes softly as my finger tips lightly move through the soft hair on the nape of your neck. I see your lips part the slightest bit at the faint sensation you feel.  I watch in your eyes as your rough edges melt away like how a flame melts away the sharp edges of paper. Moving my face up my lips hover over yours; my breath warm as they brush against yours as I give you a tender kiss. I lean in resting my head on your shoulder,  feeling your face move to rest against my head as your hand moves up my back gently tugging at my curls as you hold me close.

Slowly we move together to the sound of a distant band, too wrapped in each other to hear it closely.

 

"Miss, Miss? Will that be all for you tonight or can I get anything else?" I am pulled back into my seat, back to reality to see the waiter standing next to my table.

"This will be all, thank you." I reply, my voice not sounding like my own.

"I'll go get your check."

I look across the table to the empty chair in front of me. I turn my attention back to the dance floor, I spot the couple I'd been watching as he leads her back to their table, and I watch wishing it was us instead of them.