shooting stars for no one [ completed ]

cold feet

dancing was never my thing.

yet now, under the moonlight, his hand was outstretched at me, waiting for my move.

i took it.

my feet were cold, and he led me through a slow dance humming out a tune i don't recognize.

i was struggling, so i let him take the lead.

he knew just how it went. where to step, how he would sway me, and he was teaching me, patiently.

little by little, i was learning — this dance made for two.

i wasn't great,

but i was willing to try.

i was dancing with him, and i was willing to try.