Shall We Dance
Let’s go dance. I don’t know how to do it, but I know that I will regret it if I don’t. I saw you many times before but I didn’t know where you were from… although it doesn’t matter. The only thing that I had in my mind was: “Should I invite her to dance?” I was afraid…. “What if she doesn’t accept me? What would I do?” The fear that I felt isn’t as strong as the fear that I might feel if I knew she doesn’t love me. Even though, I invited you to dance in the right place at the right time just when the music was instrumental and slow. Your distrustful look makes me squeeze your hand like the gentleman I never was.
Suddenly, you stand up and your dress looks like gold on your dark skin, your glasses catch my attention immediately. We walked toward the dance floor. Because of my sudden sway maybe you thought that I was a little drunk; it’s not true. You simply drive me crazy and I think: “Oh my God! I want to share my whole life with someone like you” and our hands don’t sweat because we feel comfortable being together. I don’t know if that’s good or not, perhaps I’m another ordinary guy in the world and you’ll forget me when you leave this place. Or maybe I’ll be the butt of your friends’ jokes. Yes, that short girl will use you to make fun of you. Then when the guitar sounds alone, I realize we dance together, I haven’t said nothing because actually, I don’t have anything to say.
Almost like a tic, when we look each other, you smile without showing your teeth. I try to kiss you; it is a necessity, as if I had been six months and eight days without a kiss, without feeling you in my soul, but I stop. I know I shouldn’t, I still don’t know you and I’m only thinking about you like an incomplete and unreal eleven-month dream.
I still dance, this time your eyes are looking somewhere else like you’re wondering when this will end. That makes me nervous and I begin to look elsewhere as well. Suddenly, my fearless side wakes up and I ask you: “Do you have a cell phone?” Do you realize how stupid that question is? We live in a country which has about seventeen million people and there are nineteen million cell phones so it is a fact that you have one! Although on second thoughts, I gave you the chance to tell me: “no, I don’t have one, it was stolen.” However, you didn’t.
I took my cell phone out of my pocket and you gave me your number. At that moment I asked you to say your name for the first time and it was really beautiful. The song ends, you smile at me, then you kiss me on my cheek and as you turn and walk away I look at you. I can still remember your bare back in that dress you wore that night.
It’s 2 pm, I realize that the last night party was… I took my cell phone and I wanted to call you. My cowardice and the memory of your deep eyes looking at me stopped me. “Hi! I am the boy you met yesterday evening, do you remember me? That stupid question that someone asks when he doesn’t know what to say. Oh my God, You drove me crazy; I do want to see you right now!
“I was thinking if you wanted to drink something with me some day, anything you want…” (When I said that I realized that I showed her my desperation to be with her) “Well, you can call me whenever you want, OK? Take care, bye!” I’m still waiting for her answer. I sent a text to her two days ago and I don’t know if I should try again, if I should call her. In fact, I can’t still believe that I had the courage to invite you to dance.
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