Breed Of Emotions

We Will Waltz

     "Do you know how to waltz?"

I looked up at her from the tailgate of my muddy yellow truck. Surrounding me and my truck was a wide open field of grass beneath the mauve midnight sky, and man did the fireflies love that shade of purple. Small pips of yellow seemed to harass the late night winds, their coloring greatly outshining my dusty old vehicle. I smirked out of embarrassment, confused as to what gave her the idea that I of all people could waltz.

"What do I look like to you?"

She smiled through lips of exhaustion, and eyes of excitement.

"You look like a stupid fucking monkey." She laughed out, covering her mouth as she burst out into giggles.

Her smile made me smile, her joy was so contagious. I felt blinded more by her than I did by those damn greedy fireflies as they glowed, brilliantly illuminating her turquoise dress. As she quieted down her laughter, she took a step towards me. I couldn't even see her feet beneath her blue attire, or above the tall pine green blades of grass. She reached her thin arms out and motioned for me to hop off my familiarly comfortable tailgate. I smiled, that extraordinary view that was just beyond my tailgate, was utterly frightening to me, but awe inspiring all the same. She took another step and grasped my wrists, slightly tugging on me.

"Please Wesley, dance with me?" She playfully pouted.

Damn that brown hair, and those blue eyes that matched her dress, they were so alluring, so breathtaking. I smiled the goofiest smile ever and put my hand in hers, hopping off my tailgate. I felt like an astronaut on a distant planet as I walked over the carpet of greenery, this whole scene was foreign to a simple person like me. She walked me a few feet away from the safety of my space ship...or a more traditional title being, my dirty old truck.

She turned back to face me, placing our hands in the appropriate dancing positions. I was flustered, stumbling, stepping on her feet, and slipping my hand out of hers. I got to a point where I had to hold my breath just to concentrate, she was so immaculate, so extravagant. Suddenly she stopped, pouring her soul into mine through her deep sapphire eyes.

"Darling."

One word was all she had to say, and suddenly I was on a distant planet, drowning in an enormous ocean of incomprehensible emotions, and without a space suit I succumbed to the waves. Every feeling you could possibly imagine teamed up, and suffocated me under their overwhelming tides. I was drowning, however it wasn't a painful sort of drowning.

"Eyes on me, we're doing this right." She whispered, slowly breathing each phrase.

The fireflies seemed to shine even brighter behind each word she spoke. All I could do was nod at her statement. Her very being was so endearing, I felt so freaking diluted with her hand in mine. As we slow danced for what felt like hours, I could feel her practically passing out while standing up. She slowed her rhythmic bounces to soft sways. I held her arms up, only to have her sink her weight into me, her face against the right side of my chest. I kept swaying, hoping to make her comfortable. Then, she spoke words that made my teenage heart jump up to the stars.

"Why didn't we fall in love?" She whispered through a sleepy exhale of air.

I looked down at Darla, trying to think of a smooth way to respond to her mind blowing question. Instead, I could barely deliver an audible one.

"It's not too late." I answered through a hush whisper, smiling like the loser I was with a chuckle.

I could feel her smiling against my chest, my beautiful Darla. She spoke once more, suddenly repositioning our hands with her exhausted limbs all over again.

"We will waltz." She muttered, smiling through her sleepy soul into my lovestruck gaze.