For her, dancing under my hands, I took a chance. Actually, I took more than one.
I thought about the flowers. Her boyfriend wouldn't have. I even wrote a heartfelt card.
Really should've known that I would hide from her at the last moment. Such a typical thing to do. But she was incandescent that night; I couldn't tell her, even in print, how beautiful she was on the stage.
For her, I sang, I danced, and I almost fell. It's that one little word that makes all the difference: I almost fell for her.
I almost let her know.
