They dance together. A swing type. They are actually pretty good together. People would be led to believe they’ve been together for years instead of this being their first date. They have been friends for a while, and co-workers before that. She was pretty sure her feelings for him were always there, hidden somewhere. She thinks about how she realized it, all the small things he did to show her how much he respected her and cared for her. Even when she didn’t know he had romantic feelings for her as well.
Her peaceful face turns. He notices.
“What is it?” he says.
“What?” she responds.
“I saw you thinking,” he says.
She watches as his concerned look, turns into a smile, then grabs his hand and drags him away from the dancing crowd. They walk down along the pond until it’s just them and the moonlight.
“At first…I was thinking about how much I was enjoying myself…”, she pauses, expecting him to say something, to interject a ‘good’ or ‘mhm’ or ‘me too’ and she’s beyond thrilled when he doesn’t. She hates when people do that. It always feels like they aren’t really listening, they just want to shut her up.
“I was thinking, a feeling is more like it…that I really like you, but then I got in my head and I started to think about how you might not feel the same way, or IF you do then it still might be not as much…” She’s lost her momentum.
She paces — it’s more like she is talking to herself now then him…her silly brain. He just stands…waits…she looks at him again, more intently.
“But then, for the first time in a long time, maybe even ever, I shut those thoughts up. I told my brain to pipe down…because just a moment ago – a single second…I was happy, peaceful, and feeling exhilarated. I was present and with you and that’s what mattered.” Silence has fallen between them, but it’s louder than ever around them. Their body lingers towards each other.
“Then…” he says, quietly. She looks confused.
“You came back to me…but then you left again. What were you thinking then?” He slowly taps his fingers on her head, gently.
“I was thinking that I shouldn’t tell you these things. That you’d be turned off or or….just not into it. It’s too fast…but then I decided to say screw it. I have to be honest…to you but mostly for myself.”
“And that’s it?” he asks.
“I mean…no. There is always at least 5 thoughts living in my head simultaneously– but yes, those are the thoughts that are prevalent to this. To us.” They stare at each other.
“So…” she says…the word lingering in the air. Nothing.
“Okay. I guess I made this big and awkward and ugh-” she starts pacing again. Back and forth, back and forth.
“I should have just kept my mouth shut…I knew better.” She is facing away from him now. “YOU KNOW WHAT…NO! I’M GLAD I WAS HONEST AND IF THAT MEANS- “ She turns around in a flash to give it to him and he’s right there, grabbing her face in his hands and kissing her. You can see all of her thoughts leave her body as it melts into his.
“I love your brain,” he says. Kissing her forehead. I guess he does feels the same way about her, so thought.