Ahh, yes. The dance.
How enchanted I was as he twirled me about the dance floor, his eyes, his smile, the warmth of his hand over my own and the support of his other on my waist, everything about him thrilled me. What I felt for him during that dance, I believe is as close to what you would call love as my sixteen year old self could feel.
I remember so well, the blurry lights as we spun in circles. That light headed feeling as he led me off the dance floor, too soon, back to my seat.
He kissed my hand a last time before he moved on, and I watched him for the rest of the night, as he twirled other girls around, laughed with them, just as he'd done with me. In a flash I realised that I was no more than a simple wallflower to him; while it was true that I was quite pretty, I was only one pale bud in comparison to the others who surely made a radiant bouquet. If he so chose it, he could pick any flower from among it, myself included. Why then, would he ever choose me? Especially when there were surely many, much more beautiful flowers he could choose. This thought lingered in my mind for the rest of the night, and then much longer as I sat awake in my room, thinking about him till the early hours of the morning when finally I drifted into a sort of half sleep...
Forgive me, it seems my dearest Meari is in need of assistance. Please, make yourself at home while I go upstairs and see how I may help the matter.
He kissed my hand a last time before he moved on, and I watched him for the rest of the night, as he twirled other girls around, laughed with them, just as he'd done with me. In a flash I realised that I was no more than a simple wallflower to him; while it was true that I was quite pretty, I was only one pale bud in comparison to the others who surely made a radiant bouquet. If he so chose it, he could pick any flower from among it, myself included. Why then, would he ever choose me? Especially when there were surely many, much more beautiful flowers he could choose. This thought lingered in my mind for the rest of the night, and then much longer as I sat awake in my room, thinking about him till the early hours of the morning when finally I drifted into a sort of half sleep...
Forgive me, it seems my dearest Meari is in need of assistance. Please, make yourself at home while I go upstairs and see how I may help the matter.
Emmerah
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