The Close Call

Music. Bass. Lights. Twirling. I was in my favorite flowy shirt. It was beautiful.

I felt like I was in a dream. Like I was not in my body.

The room was crowded, hot, sweaty, happy.

I saw you early in the evening. Catching my eye with your flawless face.

It all was perfect. Your big smile with perfect teeth.

Frosty blue eyes that twinkled. A permanent sparkly twinkle.

Blonde long hair, pulled in a perfectly messy bun.

Chisled chin. And chest, that showed through your shirt.

You were a sight to behold.

Visual poetry.

After a while, you were in front of me, dancing. Suddenly you turned to me, tapped me on the shoulder. I leaned in to hear your velvety voice in my ear…

"I'm about to twirl you!"

Before I knew what happened, you had my hand and twirled me with ease. My hair, and my heart, spinning, weightless in the carefree motion. Then you pulled me to you with strength and confidence. Giving me that twinkly-eyed smile that made me weak in the knees. I started laughing uncontrollably. Happier than I had been in a long time.

In that one simple moment.

Such an effortless moment.

It was a close call, you.

I almost fell in love with you.

Even still, sometimes I wonder if I should have let myself.