Dearest,
It has been days since we started dancing. For my part, it wasn't really dancing at all. And I'm starting to think Ms. Velasquez and our other classmates hates me because of the lack of skills that I have for dancing. I expected you to hate me too, but instead, you just smiled when I stepped on your foot or made a wronf move, to which of course made my heart flutter over and over again.
You don't speak that much though. You sometimes smile or smirk, or I don't even know if you really are smiling or is it just a small lift of your lip. But everytime you do, it just made my head spin. I momentarily can''t breathe. I'm momentarily lost.
I'm not naive nor dense. I know what this feeling is. I've had this before. And I know this will lead me into two things; a happy or a broken heart.
But perhaps, I just don't give a damn anymore. Perhaps I want to be lost forever.
