Personal challenge to write a piece from a single person perspective. Here goes... =]
Overhead lights cast their highlighted beams across the rock patio where only a few remaining couples continued to dance. The DJ and his crew created light murmuring in the background as they began to pack away their music stand and system. In the meantime however, the last song of the night continued to grace the couple pairs still listening. They swayed lightly to the music, minds having become numb to the fascinating architecture of the panda exhibit they were dancing in. The Chinese dragon statues watched them with blank eyes, as still as the school administrators who also held vigilance, leaning against various structures around the complex. Ornate lanterns hanging from the high archways cast counter rays, giving off a warm orange glow that softened the dance floor into a slightly lit, bathed floor of gently moving bodies. Words washed across the dancers, "...see the lights, see the party, the ball gowns," and they moved in time, heads resting on shoulders, arms wrapped around each other, "see you make your way through the crowd to say hello." I stand here, observing all of this before taking a deep breathe and realizing that I am here. Here, with my arms wrapped around a girl, dancing to one of our favorite songs. I could have been like many of the other guys that night, escorting a pretty girl in a pretty dress. "That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles...."But instead I not only escorted, but had my arms around the most beautiful girl of the whole night. We rocked, lightly, from one foot to another, her voice mingling with mine as we sang along with the lyrics. "You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess..." For the first time, in four years of knowing each other, we truly held each other close. Her head leaned lightly against mine as we rocked in slow circles, oblivious to the teachers cleaning up the empty soda cans from nearby benches. Benches we'd sat on and just talked for a good while that evening. Just having her presence close can send my head into flutters. But not now, as we slow dance to a song we never want to end. Now, I'm at peace. "...So close your eyes, escape this town for a little while." I held her close with such vulnerability, each of us opening up to let the other become such an integral part of the others lives. We had talked, almost daily, for the past several years, but had only met once. Now, the world disappears as both our minds and our hearts are compassed by the one holding them. "This love is difficult, but it's real." Like a lock that lacks a purpose without a key, I'd walked lightly through the world; my world back home. But now I've found my key, my missing puzzle piece, my happiness in human form. While just a look can make my mind become fuzzy with a rush of emotions, her personality and love for life makes me pray all the more the evening will not end. "I got tired of waiting, wondering if you were ever coming around." We part as I gently spin her out to face me and see the bliss that has claimed hold. Hand in hand, I bring her back close and then step back once more, a simple dance move I taught her earlier. Repeated again, and I pause as she steps into a direct beam of light, stunning me senseless. Even as a writer with whole languages commanded by my will, I have no words to describe her immense beauty. "Is this in my head? I don't know what to think." I spin her back close, embracing with one pair of hands while the others fingers remained interlaced. We return to the simple sway, voices creating a soft lullaby of the song as it surrounds us in our own, shared world. "You'll never have to be alone..." I try not to tear up, eyes burning slightly as I realize just how much this girl means to me. The world may see her as just another girl, but to me, when it comes to life outside of simply school, she means the world. An hour time zone difference, a state away, six hundred miles apart, and yet I feel sometimes we are about as close as this moment. Hands let go to completely embrace the other. Her face is buried in my shoulder, mine in her hair. One hand supports her around her back, the other gently strokes her incredible hair. We remain like this for the ending of the song. "I love you and that's all I really know." As the last coords drift off into the night, we squeeze each other a moment tighter, knowing that it will be a long time, if ever, before this moment is repeated. Neither would ever let the night end if we could, but time continues its trek forward and we must following along or get left behind. The other couples have parted and are slowly making their way to the entrance. I guide her to our stuff as we prepare to leave, making sure none of our belongings are missing. Placing my tux jacket around her shoulders, I guide her out the entrance with minimal speaking, both lost in our own but same world of thought. God has a plan, and He executed it with perfection that night. Now we both wait for His next blessing. But until then, we know one thing for sure. "This love is difficult, but it's real. Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess. It's a love story, baby, just say yes."
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