(-dance-)
[spamano]
words:: 116
disclaimer:: I do not own a thing.
It was a simple dance, one I had come to be familiar with.
Step, step, twirl in, twirl out, step, step . . . Repeat.
[Approach cautiously, fall in love, run away, approach cautiously . . . Repeat.]
It was always the same:
I go to him,
I fall for him,
I get scared and run away like the coward I am,
And then I go back,
Because how can I ever stay away from him?
It was always the same pattern,
The same dance,
Yet he didn't seem to notice it—
Which is why the process always repeats.
It was a simple dance, one I had come to be familiar with.
Step, step, twirl in . . .
words from the author::
For any of you familiar with my story "The Art of Courting an Irritable Italian Male," I swear to you I have been working on chapter two, however, Gilbert is being a little bitch and I simply cannot write him, so I have been taking a break from writing that and working on small little drabble-like stories such as the one you see here.
In fact, this is a poem-ish/drabble-ish series (what exactly would you call writing like this, anyway?) for the lovely pairing of spamano- which just so happens to be my OTP.
Including this one, I already have four written. I plan to write a total of ten.
It will be easy, one chapter will be written in the point of view of one character (in this case Romano) and in the next chapter, it will be the other character's point of view on the same thing (in this case, the next chapter will be Spain).
With the rate I'm writing this, this series will be done before you know it.
Reviews will be appreciated, please and thank you. I would absolutely love to know how I've done.
