• i was young. thrilled and excited when i saw those people dancing on the floor. and it wasn't even night yet. the sun shone bright as ever. i hardly felt sleepy. i put on my dancing shoes as soon as i arrived; the beginning.

    i danced with strangers, although most of the times we hurt each other by stepping on each others toes and feet. yet it was fun and i never did wanna stop. at a moment, i saw someone, he smiled at me and took me from my partner. we danced as the sun lost some of its shine. the night was barely beginning. we danced in rythm or so i thought. the music changed and we lost lead and rythm. we got lost in the dance, eventually, he left me on the spotlight.

    i lost interest in the dance itself. my feet hurt so much. from the stepping of toes and feet, i wanted out. i wanted to leave the dance. but i can't the moment i entered. i looked up at the sky, then after awhile, i find someone doing the same thing. we both smiled at each other. one star was out that moment.

    we talked and laughed and had a great time. i draw courage, and asked him to dance and by which he agreed. i was certainly happy and gained interest on the dance, again. i was in cloud nine. we're dancing until the sun rested, the night is still young. he barely leads me, yet we're not getting lost. yes, sometimes he does step on my toes and feet. but i didn't tell him, of the fear of being alone in the spotlight, i hardly ever remember what it feels like to dance alone. it seemed like we were one. i do not know if his feet hurt from my steps for he didn't ever complain as well. but still, even from the almost perfect rythm and almost unimaginable feeling of being with someone, i tend to lose myself. being lost and feeling as if that there's something missing in our dance, for me at least. i cannot imagine myself being separated from my partner. i cannot even contemplate on the fact of being alone. i need sincere assurance that he wont leave me, just yet. assurance that he'll be my partner in this dance, and assurance that HE LOVES ME. sincerely, truly and without any kind of fib meant. just real and meant. i fear of telling him how i truly feel. he might just leave. there's no direct and easy way. oh god help me! i just want him to lead this dance, our dance.