Unrequited Love
As she dragged me out on the dance floor seemingly against my will, I roll my eyes and blush with embarrassment. I've never danced with anyone before, seeing as no one ever takes notice of me. I'm just the quiet wallflower, content with standing to the side as everyone else enjoys themselves, quietly wishing there was some girl out there who would notice me, who would care enough to make my night. Even though I fight against her attempts to make me enjoy myself at one of our last nights in this wondrous place, deep down I'm thankful that she became the one girl who did care enough.
Because she's the one I fell madly in love with.
As we dance, she asks me about my life. My interests, what I'm like, where I live, mundane things like that. The shocking thing is, she's genuinely curious. She really wants to know about me even though she has no reason to. There are other guys there, better guys than me that have talked and laughed with her naturally when I've always had to avert my gaze when talking to her to avoid blushing, yet she still chooses to dance with me. Maybe it's because she felt sorry for me, and just wanted to do what she considered a good deed, or maybe she just hates to see a person at a party who's not going crazy. But what I think the reason was is because it's just the kind of person she is. She's a pure, kind hearted girl who cares for everyone she meets, no matter who they are.
As I tell her about me and joke casually, she laughs and nods and smiles warmly at me, lighting up the night as well as my life. Amazingly, I can be more natural around her than any girl I've known for years. She doesn't find me goofy, or stupid, or unattractive, but as a friend who's just a little shy. In return, I get to learn more about her. I learn where she's from, her hobbies, what she likes, but the things I will truly cherish are what I noticed as we danced. How her brown eyes shimmered in the fading light, how when she smiled her eyes squinted tightly in a funny and amazingly cute way, and how warmth seem to emanate from her when she laughed, melting me completely.
As stupid as I am, I broke the dance all too soon, for I couldn't bear to be near her when I knew soon I would never see her again. She laughed and teasingly made a sign of me 'breaking her heart', but I knew she didn't really mind. She had gotten me out on the dance floor like she wanted to, and her mission was accomplished. As we drifted back to our usual places, her to her friends, me to my corner of the Fox Building, the warmth of her smiling face never left me, and I found myself glancing over at her several times to see if she was dancing with anyone else. I knew that to her this dance meant little more than a gesture of kindness to cheer up some lonely soul's night, but to me it meant so much more.