Even Grégoire seems impressed. Olivia looks stricken and for a split second, I feel sorry for her…she was always so good at making me feel sorry for her. But the moment passes and I focus on Jen. Only on her.
The way she dances…it’s everything I had hoped for when I saw her in the room. And my heart bursts with pride for her, even though a part of me, that nasty voice that doubts people don’t have any ulterior motives, does wonder if maybe she didn’t orchestrate this entire thing: the meeting, the evening…the night.
I can’t think about that now. The energy running through my body begs to be released and the adrenaline drums all the way to my fingertips. No one has ever heard that song. That song I composed the morning after she tiptoed outside of my apartment and disappeared from my life like she was only a figment of my imagination.
What happened to the happily ever after of our childhood fairy tales.
What happened to our dreams?
Life was passing me by. Simply going through the motions.
Could not believe in anything, not in them and definitely not in me.
People smiling about everything, about nothing and I stay empty,
Refusing to feel any emotions.
Too hard. Too painful. Too damn heartbreaking.
You found me and healed me. Only one night of your magic.
Only night of your touch and I can breathe again. I can believe again.
Even though the night ended. Even though you left me stranded.
You showed me that feeling is everything.
You’re the girl who got away.
The girl who got away.
The one-night stand who got away.
Your touch and your whispers.
Your skin against mine. I remember everything.
I see her stiffen for only a second. She stops mid-movement, but then she continues and seeing her dancing to my words, to those words that are all about her, it’s everything I didn’t know I wanted.
Now if only I could tell the nasty voice in my head that’s wondering if she’s used me to shut the fuck up.