incessantly - van persie

fifth

robin,

you have always been a great dancer, unlike me. so, of course, when our eighth grade dance came, all the girls wanted you to ask them to the dance. that dance was like the senior prom of middle school in its importance.

what was surprising to me then, and now, still, is that you didn't ask any of them to the dance. you politely rejected the girls who asked you to the dance.

instead, you took me.

yes, you were my best friend, and i was yours. but taking someone to the dance meant you loved (or liked, as the case may have been) that person romantically. and i did; i love you incessantly.

i hadn't even been planning on going to the dance, with my apparent inability to dance; but you convinced me to go, as you always could.

so there we were, at the dance, me in a dress my mum had bought for me and you in a dashing tux.

(thanks, mum. it was as if you knew i would end up going to the dance. which you probably did, because you are omniscient.)

as we danced that night, with other girls glaring at me bitterly, i felt as if we could stay that way incessantly then everything would be okay. you would be mine; i would be yours. i was nervous, not knowing how to dance. i kept whispering to you, asking if i was doing everything right.

"aurelia," you said, you lips brushing my ear as you whispered to me, causing a shiver to run down my spine. "just shut up and dance with me."

aurelia.

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shut up and dance by walk the moon

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this is kinda really cliché but i like it.

and i have no idea how the dutch school system works, so...