~If I wasn’t a writer, last night would be hard to put into words. Shit if we’re being honest I’m still struggling.
Within those few hours, it seemed as though my heart skipped more times than it beat. Like I was in temporary cardiac arrest and only the brush of your skin against mine or those fleeting glances could shock my heart back into some semblance of a rhythm.
Damn did I feel that shock.
But even still the rhythm was not continuous. No, it depended on the melody of the song we danced to in that moment. And man did we dance… yeah, last night we danced and I finally understood what people mean by “artistry in motion.” Our entire bond is art in emotions.
And I know we’ve made promises to let this go but I certainly didn’t mind spending that slice of forever with you.