Last Dance.
She sat in her chair, lost in thought. Partying wasn’t really her thing. Everyone seems to be having fun. The food was terrible, the program boring, the music was average at best, but being with their friends in a room full of other people, music blasting off the speakers, was enough to make them consider this little affair a party.
Parties always meant awards. Best Dressed, Head Turner, Early Bird, Mr. and Ms. Congeniality, Maiden of the Night and Couple of the Night are some of those awards. It has been a long night. She was growing restless. She wanted to get home soon. The host suddenly got up on stage and started announcing the winners.
She didn’t pay much attention to the names being called. The judges would have to be blind to consider her worthy of any award. She hummed to herself, counting the seconds as they passed. She was staring at the ceiling when she heard the host say his name. She looked up, and sure enough, he was standing on stage. Smiling that smile she loved. Mr. Congeniality. “Typical.” She thought to herself. She always thought he was a pretty good guy. He got off the stage and headed back to his seat, just a few feet from hers. Then the dancing started.
“Ugh.” She said aloud. She hated dancing.
Up beat music blared from the speakers. She just sat there. Every other person around her got up and started dancing, but not her. She decided to stay in her seat. Dancing might get her a concussion. She didn’t want one right now.
He was there in the dance floor. He was dancing with some friends. And then he danced with some girls from his class. She didn’t mind that part much. It was natural for someone to dance with his friends, right? But when she saw him dancing with her classmates, girls he barely knew, she felt something pounding in her chest. Jealousy as others might call it. Yes, she was jealous, very jealous indeed.
She sighed and decided it didn’t matter. She mustn’t let these things bother her. She doesn’t even have the right to get jealous. It’s not like they were dating. The music slowed to a love song. Most people started getting off the dance floor. Couples took over, their arms linked around each other. She sighed again, remembering what he told her. She scanned the floor for a sign of him. He was there. Looking around for someone it seems.
She just sat there. She didn’t dare approach him in case he wasn’t looking for her. It would have been embarrassing to assume something like that and then end up wrong. She just sat there, waiting for him. The song ended. It was followed by another slow song, the last song of the evening. She smiled to herself thinking that she wasn’t going to get her wish after all. She won’t be able to dance with him. She has lost all hope when he found her. He held out his hand for her to take.
She frowned. “Do I have to?” she asked him.
“Yes.” He merely answered.
She took his hand and got up. She heard her friends teasing her as they walked to the dance floor. She put her hands on his shoulders and he placed his hands on her waist. It was just for a second, a brief moment in time. Then the song stopped. A new one, an up beat one, came on. She smiled and tried to leave the dance floor. She didn’t really like dancing. He tried to stop her. She said she didn’t want to dance. She left and sat back down. The night was over.
Before going home, she spoke to him. She had to get some things off her chest. She told him all she could about how she felt. She knew it was pointless. He didn’t like her, not in that way. And she knew it would hurt her in the end, but she spoke to him anyway.
The party ended, the conversation was over and she went home. A bit disappointed a bit sad. Wishing things could have gone better. She lied down in bed thinking. She hated ‘what ifs’ and ‘what might have beens’ but she’s been wondering about them for some time now.
She got up and took out a pen and a piece of paper. She started writing her thoughts, like she always did when she’s not feeling well inside. She wrote a letter for him, a letter that she might let him read someday.
Mr. Congeniality,
How long have I known you? How long has it been since I’ve done one of the dumbest things I’ve ever done? How long has it been since I heard you tell me you loved me? Yes, you loved me. And I pushed you away. Dumb move, really dumb. And you have no idea how much I’ve regretted that. But I guess I wasn’t ready to face the fact that I did like you back then. And I guess it’s too late now. You no longer feel that way.
Thank you for that rather short dance. You were right, just like prom. I only wish it could have lasted longer. Just a minute, no, a second longer would have been nice. I guess I never realized how much I wanted that chance to be close to you again. To relive what we used to be, and to go back to the time when you actually used to love me. But I can’t do that. And I have to face the consequences of my choices.
Mr. Congeniality, have I mentioned that I almost fell for you? I have no idea why, but I liked being around you, most of the time at least. You are quite annoying at times. You brag a bit too much. And you can be quite strict. You also talk too much about the things you’ve accomplished and the girls that liked you. But somehow I liked you. Maybe not in love with you, I was ‘in like’ with you. But I won’t let myself fall. No, I really won’t. This is just another joke, a heartbreak waiting to happen. And I won’t let myself go through that pain again. I won’t fall in love with you.
I almost did though. And as I sit here writing everything down, I can’t help but wonder about what might have been. Had I given you the chance to prove you loved me. Or perhaps, what could have been if I gave myself the chance to be happy for a change. What might have happened if I chose my happiness over another person’s joy. Or maybe, what might have been if I chose a different path to cross. There are so many things that I regret, but I can’t do anything about it now. Sometimes, I wish I had a time machine, one that can let me travel back in time and change things. I want to choose differently. I want to choose my happiness. I want to be with you.
But time would just continue to flow. And I’ll have to sit around and lament over a past that I can never take back. I almost fell for you. Somehow I’m happy I didn’t. It hurts so much right now, liking someone that used to love me. I can’t imagine the pain I’d go through if I was actually in love with you. So please, go easy on my heart. It’s been beaten badly enough.
From,
The girl you used to love.
She folded the letter and placed it in her box. A box filled with memories of the past, a box overflowing with her pain, joy, sorrow and love. She closed it and placed the box under her bed. In a few years, maybe months, she might read that letter again. She wondered if she would still feel the same. She smiled to herself. “I hope not.” She whispered as she lay herself back down on the bed and drifted off into sleep. Her dreams filled with memories of him.
Parties always meant awards. Best Dressed, Head Turner, Early Bird, Mr. and Ms. Congeniality, Maiden of the Night and Couple of the Night are some of those awards. It has been a long night. She was growing restless. She wanted to get home soon. The host suddenly got up on stage and started announcing the winners.
She didn’t pay much attention to the names being called. The judges would have to be blind to consider her worthy of any award. She hummed to herself, counting the seconds as they passed. She was staring at the ceiling when she heard the host say his name. She looked up, and sure enough, he was standing on stage. Smiling that smile she loved. Mr. Congeniality. “Typical.” She thought to herself. She always thought he was a pretty good guy. He got off the stage and headed back to his seat, just a few feet from hers. Then the dancing started.
“Ugh.” She said aloud. She hated dancing.
Up beat music blared from the speakers. She just sat there. Every other person around her got up and started dancing, but not her. She decided to stay in her seat. Dancing might get her a concussion. She didn’t want one right now.
He was there in the dance floor. He was dancing with some friends. And then he danced with some girls from his class. She didn’t mind that part much. It was natural for someone to dance with his friends, right? But when she saw him dancing with her classmates, girls he barely knew, she felt something pounding in her chest. Jealousy as others might call it. Yes, she was jealous, very jealous indeed.
She sighed and decided it didn’t matter. She mustn’t let these things bother her. She doesn’t even have the right to get jealous. It’s not like they were dating. The music slowed to a love song. Most people started getting off the dance floor. Couples took over, their arms linked around each other. She sighed again, remembering what he told her. She scanned the floor for a sign of him. He was there. Looking around for someone it seems.
She just sat there. She didn’t dare approach him in case he wasn’t looking for her. It would have been embarrassing to assume something like that and then end up wrong. She just sat there, waiting for him. The song ended. It was followed by another slow song, the last song of the evening. She smiled to herself thinking that she wasn’t going to get her wish after all. She won’t be able to dance with him. She has lost all hope when he found her. He held out his hand for her to take.
She frowned. “Do I have to?” she asked him.
“Yes.” He merely answered.
She took his hand and got up. She heard her friends teasing her as they walked to the dance floor. She put her hands on his shoulders and he placed his hands on her waist. It was just for a second, a brief moment in time. Then the song stopped. A new one, an up beat one, came on. She smiled and tried to leave the dance floor. She didn’t really like dancing. He tried to stop her. She said she didn’t want to dance. She left and sat back down. The night was over.
Before going home, she spoke to him. She had to get some things off her chest. She told him all she could about how she felt. She knew it was pointless. He didn’t like her, not in that way. And she knew it would hurt her in the end, but she spoke to him anyway.
The party ended, the conversation was over and she went home. A bit disappointed a bit sad. Wishing things could have gone better. She lied down in bed thinking. She hated ‘what ifs’ and ‘what might have beens’ but she’s been wondering about them for some time now.
She got up and took out a pen and a piece of paper. She started writing her thoughts, like she always did when she’s not feeling well inside. She wrote a letter for him, a letter that she might let him read someday.
Mr. Congeniality,
How long have I known you? How long has it been since I’ve done one of the dumbest things I’ve ever done? How long has it been since I heard you tell me you loved me? Yes, you loved me. And I pushed you away. Dumb move, really dumb. And you have no idea how much I’ve regretted that. But I guess I wasn’t ready to face the fact that I did like you back then. And I guess it’s too late now. You no longer feel that way.
Thank you for that rather short dance. You were right, just like prom. I only wish it could have lasted longer. Just a minute, no, a second longer would have been nice. I guess I never realized how much I wanted that chance to be close to you again. To relive what we used to be, and to go back to the time when you actually used to love me. But I can’t do that. And I have to face the consequences of my choices.
Mr. Congeniality, have I mentioned that I almost fell for you? I have no idea why, but I liked being around you, most of the time at least. You are quite annoying at times. You brag a bit too much. And you can be quite strict. You also talk too much about the things you’ve accomplished and the girls that liked you. But somehow I liked you. Maybe not in love with you, I was ‘in like’ with you. But I won’t let myself fall. No, I really won’t. This is just another joke, a heartbreak waiting to happen. And I won’t let myself go through that pain again. I won’t fall in love with you.
I almost did though. And as I sit here writing everything down, I can’t help but wonder about what might have been. Had I given you the chance to prove you loved me. Or perhaps, what could have been if I gave myself the chance to be happy for a change. What might have happened if I chose my happiness over another person’s joy. Or maybe, what might have been if I chose a different path to cross. There are so many things that I regret, but I can’t do anything about it now. Sometimes, I wish I had a time machine, one that can let me travel back in time and change things. I want to choose differently. I want to choose my happiness. I want to be with you.
But time would just continue to flow. And I’ll have to sit around and lament over a past that I can never take back. I almost fell for you. Somehow I’m happy I didn’t. It hurts so much right now, liking someone that used to love me. I can’t imagine the pain I’d go through if I was actually in love with you. So please, go easy on my heart. It’s been beaten badly enough.
From,
The girl you used to love.
She folded the letter and placed it in her box. A box filled with memories of the past, a box overflowing with her pain, joy, sorrow and love. She closed it and placed the box under her bed. In a few years, maybe months, she might read that letter again. She wondered if she would still feel the same. She smiled to herself. “I hope not.” She whispered as she lay herself back down on the bed and drifted off into sleep. Her dreams filled with memories of him.
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forgive lame and rather confusing story.
i havent written anything in a while and my writing skills are a bit suckish. i'd write more.. but i have to study for my exams.. LOL.
ciao~
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