Sincerely, Jayvee

04

February. The winter season was almost ending.

It was the junior and senior prom, the highlight of our senior year... the kind of night we'd remember for the rest of our youth.

"Ang sakit na ng paa ko, grabe. These heels are not giving," you muttered under your breath, as you slipped one heel off and balanced on your toes.

I was so busy watching you from a distance that I didn't even realize… you were already there. Right in front of me, like damn!

You're so close... too close.

Every part of me screaming to offer my hand, to say something, anything.

It was loud inside me. Both my heart and mind were completely in chaos, when I willingly opened my palm without a word.

I smiled and composed myself. "Can I—"

You just laughed softly as you handed me your heels and purse, before I could even finish my sentence.

"Can I have this dance?"

I held out my hand to ask that question, but I guess... it's not meant to hold yours.

You seem... unreachable.

"Thank you, ha," you said, before you walked back towards the dance floor, back into the crowd. This time barefooted... this time with him.

And I just stayed there, watching you dance in someone else's arms.

Spring was coming, but the cold never left me.

What if I had dared to cross that line between us?
Would you have danced with me… or walked away?