There wasn't music. Music would've ruined it. It was just the splatter of rain, fat, soft droplets. It was just the pounding of my own heart, absolutely bursting.
It wasn't magic. It wasn't fate or destiny or bullshit. I was just the only place I ever wanted to be and never wanted to leave.
It was new and dizzying and too fast and too slow all at once. He makes me so dizzy.
I'm a mess of parts. Clumsy and nervous, equal parts of ridiculousness and old soul. We danced close to the edge, bare feet on wet tile. He caught me every time I started to slip.
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