You attract me.
You don't notice, but my eyes always seek your face whenever we have our dance classes. I would caress my "good luck" bracelet and wish that somehow, we will interact for the day. So far, I never got my wish. You are always late, and I the early bird. I, who look forward to every session, has been partnered to the others just because you always come late. But it's okay. Really. Just watching you dance makes me feel those tiny shivers that I hate to love to feel. I'm fine with observing. With watching. With glancing.
When did this unhealthy seeking start?
Blame the first practical test. You were so good at leading the girl you were partnered with for Swing that I suddenly wished for you to be my partner for the next dance. The fates must be listening to me then because, indeed, you became my Cha-cha practice dance partner. You don't know how elated I was. Or still am. The dance...oh the dance. Your steps were so aggressive yet soft, passionate but gentle, confident but unassuming. I would bow my head down, fearing that I will never be up to your par. I was afraid that I would give you a bad impression.
And then, on the last day of us being partners, you agreed with the glasses girl that I am a good dancer. You even told me, "Onga, ang galing mong sumayaw", and listened to the other girl who asked me if I have a history in ballroom dancing. I bashfully said no, and told you guys that it was my hiphop background that trained my moves. You smiled. I smiled. Sparks flew (?).
But I have to end this.
I have to stop this. I have to stop seeking you. I have to stop planning on how I can make you look at me. I have to stop being tempted to seduce you. It's not right.
You attract me. So much.
I have to stop seeking you...
...can't.
Shall we dance again?
