Not So Poetry

Time to Get Up

"Oh jeez I didn't mean to step on your foot" her laugh contagious but shaking with nervousness.

"Don't worry, I put these shoes on for that very reason" he smiles at her as the heels of her shoes give off their movements

"I'm not that bad of a dancer, at least I'm trying," she rolls her eyes but can't help but watch her feet so it doesn't happen again.

"Ah ah, keep your eyes on me. You'll knock yourself over if you keep looking" his voice instantly makes her lift up her head

"Be quiet," she mutters as she bites back a grin.

"You..uh look gorgeous. Your hair and dress was um really put together." His tone was shaky but unwavering.

"Oh thank you, I think you look quite good yourself. Very demure," she jokes to brush off his compliment so she doesn't run off from the squeal in her heart.

He stops in his tracks, their hands still on the positions of their dance, "I love you."

"You what?" Her eyes widen as she hopes that she heard him wrong.

"I love you, Stephanie," He repeats with a step closer in her direction.

"I..I love," I takes a moment to clamp my mouth shut but I finally says, "I love you--"

My alarm rings for the morning and my heart twists to realize I'd never hear it from him again. Real or not.