I looked into your eyes and saw a passion unrivaled. I looked into your eyes and knew - this was more than us doing our jobs.
How can we being doing our jobs when your held is wielded into mine, and your arms on my waist? My heart fluttered, but then it sank. I was thinking of you when I was supposed to think about Eli. But dancing with you, brought me so someplace where my grief was temporarily shoved aside. And Eli’s passing didn’t matter so much though it’s supposed to. I felt guilty, and that was reflected in my eyes for your fingers reached to brush a strand of my hair back.
"It’s okay to let loose a little. Keep your focus on our target. And me too." And once again, your arm curved round my waist - tighter. How can I focus when my feelings were a jumbled mess from you? And that grin of yours, I couldn’t speak. Rendered speechless. You genuinely wanted to dance with me, for now - we were lost in the music.
It was “I’m glad there is you” by Julie London. It was so appropriate. Two of us swaying our bodies to this. And movements became graceful, every step became us taking a step closer.
All I knew was to drown in your eyes forever. It was Berlin and we are dancing passionately. It was more than a job.