Alex (2heartscollide) wrote, @ 2004-05-16 21:50:00

So Evanescence is playing...

Everybody in my limo is gathered by the door, ready to go.

And I'm walking around the outskirts of the dance floor looking for Ben so I can say goodbye.

He's nowhere to be found. I see Graham by himself.

He sees me.

I pretend not to see him.

I look the other way.

Out of the corner of my eye I see him coming over.

I turn toward the door and start walking away.

And then I hear his voice, right behind me, confident, sweet, "Alex."

And I turn around (hello Matt Damon), and he asks me to dance.

And I say, "I think I'm leaving."

And he smiles and makes some sort of sarcastic comment, but I can't hear it because my heart is beating too loudly, screaming at me for being so stupid.

And we stand there for a little while, talking, and I turn to look at my date, my friends, standing by the door, just messing around, not even paying attention to where I am or what I'm doing.

And I realize what a mistake I'd made and just as I'm about to say, "Actually, it doesn't seem like we're going anywhere, let's just dance" ... the song ends.

Ifheonlyknew.

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