Love at First Dance

She had seen this place a numerous times, in pictures, but never in person. Yet as she walked towards it, she was not prepared to take in how beautiful it was. She wanted to but she had other things on her mind. Inspite it all what she saw took her breath away.

As she walked towards it she could feel the butterflies flutter in her stomach. Although she tried to calm them down, they just refused to settle. She could feel them fluttering around her stomach. She could feel her nerves.

Why oh why did she agree to something so crazy, something she had never done before, something that she would never do. Yet here she was, on the brink of doing the unthinkable, something she never thought she was capable of. She normally never gave into peer pressure, but how did she made an exception to do this?

She walked towards the place, and stood with her back to the light post. She could feel her heart beat at a million km/hr, threatening to explode from her chest, if that was possible. As she stood there, she would hear his footsteps, causing her heart to race even faster. She was tempted to turn around and get a quick peek. But then that was not what she was instructed to do. She waited patiently, fighting the temptation.

And then the music began to play. She turned around, going from post to post trying to catch a glimpse of him. But then he too did the same. So they continued to dodge each other, each trying to get the glimpse of the other, till their eyes finally met and they locked on to each other, and never left each other for the rest of the moment.

He was the most handsome man she had set her eyes, at least in a while (ok make that in quite a while). He was athletically built but not muscular. He was lean but not ripped. He was not a model but he could definitely get heads to turn, to stand out in a crowd. He was stylish, and though you could credit the stylist for that, whatever he wore, he carried it with aplomb and swag that was all his own, you could give him that, no one could take that away from him. He may have not been perfect, but for her he was her version of the perfect Prince Charming.

He took her by the hand and twirled her, causing her heart to skip a beat. He held her firmly by the shoulder but not roughly, rather tenderly. He gently caressed her with his fingertips, letting them run down the side of her neck, never once making her feel uncomfortable, sending a tingling feeling down her spine. She fell backward into his arms, in an almost trust-fall, melting into his arms. He caught her and twirled with ease, lifting her, making feel as light as a feather. As he guided her, lead her, he made her feel safe and secure, as they flowed from post to post, in sync to the music. 

Not once did he break eye contact, speaking through his touch, through his eyes, assuring her “we’ve got this! I’ve got you!” Not once did he make her feel awkward or uncomfortable. She felt safe and secure, she felt like she was floating on air, light as a feather. She felt like a princess in a fairytale, and the place only added to it. His every touch sent so many sparks flying. She felt combustible, as if his touch lit a thousand of flames within her. She didn’t care about choreography. She just followed his every lead. 

He was no professional but his leads were clear and precise. He guided her across with ease and purpose. If he was nervous or uncertain, he didn’t show it. He was confident and had poise and grace. When it came to the final lift, he caught her by the waist as she came towards him, lifting her up, while turning around, slowly bringing her down as they continued to spin, into his arms, and melting on to the floor, where they lay for a while, which felt like eternity.

As she lay there in his arms, with her head on chest, she didn’t want the moment to end. She didn’t care about the light drizzle that had begun to fall. She just wanted to lay there in his arms, staring into the endless sky, like what could lay in front of them. 

But like everything, the moment had to come to end. The song may have come to end but they still continued to breathe in unison. He got to his feet and helped her up, like the gentleman he was. As she walked away, he waited to see her go, and then went on his way, as if hoping for one more glance, hoping she would turn around one more time.

As she walked with her hand on her heart, she could feel her heart flutter. She tried to catch her breath, to calm herself down, but it just refused to calm down. How could it after it had experienced something truly magical, something right out of the pages of a romance novel. This was something so unlike her. Though she was hesitant, had her doubts, thinking it the most foolish thing she had ever done, risking it all. But now that she had done it, she was glad to have taken the chance, taken the risk. She couldn’t get enough of it, she wanted more. 

Who was he, the man who had swept her off her feet, danced his way into her heart. Who had set her heart on fire, who set fire to the rain. Who was he? She needed to know more about him, she craved for his touch, for the chemistry they shared. She needed more of him. And as she walked away, she wondered if it was possible to fall in love at first dance!