We're slow dancing.
He has his hand on my waist, and the other in my hand.
He takes the lead, while I try to catch up.
It's weird. How I confessed to a girl last week, but now I'm slow dancing with a guy.
I look down at our feet, still trying to make sense of the rhythm and the beat of the song we're dancing too. "Just follow my lead, and you'll be okay," he say's noticing what I'm doing. I shake my head. I relax my body, and I follow his every step.
It's like our 3rd slow dance this evening, and I just get more nervous whenever we hold hands.
Am I seriously falling for this guy, that I just met this week. No I can't be. It's what my brain is telling me, but not what my heart wants.
What I truly want, is to be with her. But I can't, because she doesn't view me the way I view her. Life sucks. It really does.
The poor guy thinks I like slow dancing with him. Honestly, I don't. I'm not the type to dance at parties or social events. I'm the person who just goes to the event, sits down, and waits for the food. But this is different. There is no food. A guy asked me to the dance, and now he's whispering in my ear.
Chills run through my entire body.
"I want to tell you something," he says nervously.
"yes?" I whisper back into his ear.
"I- I like you," he says.
I look him in his eyes. Trying to see if he is lying. He isn't.
I don't know what to say exactly. Should I say yes? No I shouldn't. I don't even like him. Should I say no? No. I can't do that either. That's too mean. I might ruin his confidence, if I reject him.
"I- I'll think about," I respond.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING MY BROO!" I scream to myself.
But he isn't too bad. I tell myself.
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She and I
Roman d'amourShe and I met on a trip to the Museum. She and I talked. She and I clicked. She liked me as a friend. I however, felt in a different way. A diary of my daily life with her. (Warning! ANNOYING AF)
