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By MichaelT() Submitted by MichaelT() Date: 2001 Sep 20 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.20.06.55.28553]] |
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She's short! I fully realize this and it's ramifications as I fumble around trying to slow dance with her. I know how to slow dance! I was trained! I swear! It's just that I've never danced with someone this short and both of us are fumbling around a little trying to get a hold of each other. I grab her left hand and we get it right. Hold her close and step in time to the music. I can feel her head on my shoulder and smell her and suddenly I understand flowers. I've seen flowers and they're nice looking and all that and heck they're occasionally very colorful. But I've never smelled them and thought they smelled beatiful. But I smell her and she smells beautiful. Not just good..beautiful. It probably helps that I love her. And heck I've loved more than a few women in my time in varying degrees. Love isn't that scary for me. This is. Maybe it's like and love and want and raging desire all blended together. And let's not forget testosterone. I'm worried because I know that I could eventually love her more than this. Worried that I will. Last Tuesday it was all I could do to not drive over there, kick open her office door, sweep her into my arms and hold her until I don't know when. Which would probably have been a bad idea. Hell we've never even kissed! So I'm slow dancing. Not unsuccessfully, though I'm probably rusty as hell. I didn't step on her feet at least. I don't exactly know how this happened because I swore we were just friends five minutes ago and I've been telling my friends to call me confused and that's what they been calling me. Confused chasing after complicated. But she grabbed me by the hand and dragged me out to the dance floor. So I'm slow dancing with this woman I fell in love with who has hurt me before and I tried to walk away from so many times but never really got away from. Who I had finally come to terms with not chasing after anymore, even though I've stopped hanging out with most of the other women I know and suddenly she's here in my arms. And I'm happy here, and holding her close is superlative. She fits. Now the songs over and I want to kiss her but I don't kiss her because... She's short and I don't want to bang our foreheads together or screw up with any of the other stupid mistakes that can happen in public while I'm not used to the fact that... She's short. And I'm not. But she's everything I want. And I miss her already. |