Dancing eyes

I am a utterly terrible dancer. Saying I have two left feet would be a massive case of understatement, and probably an insult to people who do have two left feet. An intelligent person would then ask why I was at a very large function with many of my colleagues were dancing would be the main attraction; well as with most things it centers around a woman.

This particular woman is everything I am not, she is kind, idealistic, sweet, and caring while I may kindly be described as biting, cynical, vicious and being the owner of serious empathy issues. Despite these facts this particular woman loves me, so I am here; dancing very badly, fully aware that my wonderful colleagues will use this against me later. Not that that matters one bit though, because when I look into her eyes, nothing matters except that look.

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