Sunday, May 24, 2009


"You should be looking right here," her dance instructor said, pointing to the space of his heart.

They kept dancing. Lest she stare transfixed on that one spot on his shirt, he mentioned: "You don't need to analyze the thread count."

She relaxed her gaze that was likely burning a hole through his chest, and thought about her inherent lack of seductive presence.

"Your gaze should be on me in soft focus, as if you are enrapt in this one moment, as if my leading you is the only thing that exists right now, you are stuck in this moment of ecstasy."

She looked up at him and her fit of giggles leaked into laughter.

"And even if you really don't feel all that, just fake it," he said.

She was never good at faking it.

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