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A song to dance to

Now I know I messed up bad
You were the best I ever had.
I let you down In the worst way
It hurts me every single day

He took my hand and we moved in time to the music, his hair falling just over his eyes as we swayed. The rhythm to the thoughts in my head matched the music that we dipped, twirled and swayed to.

You and I were living like a love song
I feel so bad, I feel so bad that you're gone.

We danced until the songs melded into each other, each song blending into the next. It was like a car ride; the feeling of acceleration comforting and calming. You're dreading its end.

Tell me about those nights you stayed awake
Tell me about those days you hated me
Tell me how you'd rather die alone than be stuck here
With me

I looked up into his chocolate eyes. The ones that were pleading with me. The ones that made my heart melt. Our eye contact broke as he dipped me, and spun me round, making me feel light. Like I was part of him.
Then he pulled me back in and I realized that this was what always happened. I realized we were always dancing. He'd twirl me and dip me and when he started to pull me back, I would give in. I always would.
We'd sway for a while and everything would seem so surreal… like they were memories or dreams. It'd give me that hazy feeling that it wasn't real. That he wasn't real. That I wasn't real. That nothing was.

And maybe you've fallen down
And maybe you just took the long way home
But baby you could never love you
Like me.

Turn, dip, slide, sway. Our minds were connected, telling each other how the other was going to move just before we did. An endless dance in which we were both trying to get out.
We didn't account for how impossible it was. We were connected. If the other tried to move away, we'd move with them, never letting go hard as we tried. It confused me, like my mind couldn't think for itself.
But if I couldn't think for myself… and our goals were the same, then who was controlling our minds? It wasn't him controlling me. And it wasn't me controlling him. We were both powerless. We were both out of control.
We were both unprogressive.

I'm sorry for your pain
I'm sorry for your tears
For all the little things I didn't know
I'm sorry for the words I didn't say
But what I still do
I'm still loving you.

We were struggling. And we were losing. And we were winning. And hoping. And praying. And choking. And breathing. All at once with no way out. It was like watering a flower that was already dead.
When? When will the car stop? I want it to end but I don't want it to stop. It doesn't make sense. How can you let go when you don't want to even though you do? Nothing makes sense.

I'm sorry for your pain
I'm sorry for your tears
For all the little things I didn't know
I'm sorry for the lies
I'm sorry for the fights
For not showing my love a dozen times
I'm sorry for the things that I called mine
But what I still do
I'm still loving you.

I stopped the dance. And I realized. There was never any music. There wasn't even a tune. His eyes widened along with mine. I pulled away, backing up slowly. I backed into the door. As I walked out, I whispered to him the last thought that went through my mind.

"There wasn't a song to dance to."

Description
A song to dance to

Now I know I messed up bad
You were the best I ever had.
I let you down In the worst way
It hurts me every single day

He took my hand and we moved in time to the music, his hair falling just over his eyes as we swayed. The rhythm to the thoughts in my head matched the music that we dipped, twirled and swayed to.

You and I were living like a love song
I feel so bad, I feel so bad that you're gone.

We danced until the songs melded into each other, each song blending into the next. It was like a car ride; the feeling of acceleration comforting and calming. You're dreading its end.

Tell me about those nights you stayed awake
Tell me about those days you hated me
Tell me how you'd rather die alone than be stuck here
With me

I looked up into his chocolate eyes. The ones that were pleading with me. The ones that made my heart melt. Our eye contact broke as he dipped me, and spun me round, making me feel light. Like I was part of him.
Then he pulled me back in and I realized that this was what always happened. I realized we were always dancing. He'd twirl me and dip me and when he started to pull me back, I would give in. I always would.
We'd sway for a while and everything would seem so surreal… like they were memories or dreams. It'd give me that hazy feeling that it wasn't real. That he wasn't real. That I wasn't real. That nothing was.

And maybe you've fallen down
And maybe you just took the long way home
But baby you could never love you
Like me.

Turn, dip, slide, sway. Our minds were connected, telling each other how the other was going to move just before we did. An endless dance in which we were both trying to get out.
We didn't account for how impossible it was. We were connected. If the other tried to move away, we'd move with them, never letting go hard as we tried. It confused me, like my mind couldn't think for itself.
But if I couldn't think for myself… and our goals were the same, then who was controlling our minds? It wasn't him controlling me. And it wasn't me controlling him. We were both powerless. We were both out of control.
We were both unprogressive.

I'm sorry for your pain
I'm sorry for your tears
For all the little things I didn't know
I'm sorry for the words I didn't say
But what I still do
I'm still loving you.

We were struggling. And we were losing. And we were winning. And hoping. And praying. And choking. And breathing. All at once with no way out. It was like watering a flower that was already dead.
When? When will the car stop? I want it to end but I don't want it to stop. It doesn't make sense. How can you let go when you don't want to even though you do? Nothing makes sense.

I'm sorry for your pain
I'm sorry for your tears
For all the little things I didn't know
I'm sorry for the lies
I'm sorry for the fights
For not showing my love a dozen times
I'm sorry for the things that I called mine
But what I still do
I'm still loving you.

I stopped the dance. And I realized. There was never any music. There wasn't even a tune. His eyes widened along with mine. I pulled away, backing up slowly. I backed into the door. As I walked out, I whispered to him the last thought that went through my mind.

"There wasn't a song to dance to."