When we dance, the night seems so right. The music is absolutely perfect. The Dee Jay seems to be playing my favorites back to back, and the lights are dimmed to perfection. We are gripped in each other’s arms so fit and tight that it feels like we were made for each other.
We start with a simple sway and gracefully swing into a synchronized spin, that looks like we’ve been partners all of our lives. It is evident that we both love these songs, because we dance and whisper the lyrics into each other’s ear. You would think we’ve penned these words ourselves. What is amazing is our bodies are moving as one. The passion we feel for one another feels amazing. It’s a night to remember and neither one of us want it to end it.
Somehow the record skips and it momentarily throws off our rhythm. As we try to recapture the moment in time, I mistakenly look into your face. Your identity sheds light on why I have been unknowingly dancing for what I thought was a few minutes, but turns out to be for years.
How did this happen? How did I get tricked? It comes to me. I have been going through tough times and to escape my hurt and pain, I chose to dance with you. I should have known you were no good for me. Your willingness to continue dancing should have been a red flag. I must admit, dancing with you with my eyes closed numbed me of my daily depressing reality. I guess we ought to introduce ourselves. Hello drugs, alcohol, and unhealthy outlets. I guess you already know my name.
What I’ve come to learn is, I didn’t choose you, you chose me!! Anything or anybody who is always available is not good. You were simply convenient and accommodating, but so are handcuffs, prisons, and jail cells. Let my hand go!! I’m leaving.