We walked into the little plaza.
Music was playing.
It was a beautiful night.
Strings of lights were above us.
In the middle of the square.
Right by the fountain.
Dance with me.
He held out his hand.
I just looked at him.
My nerves got the best of me.
I was shy or worried or whatever else came to mind.
Instead, we sat there holding hands, watching other couples dance.
I sat as I let that moment pass me by.
I have always thought back to that night.
He was the bold, lively, carefree guy.
And I was the shy, nervous girl who hadn’t lived much.
How much has changed.
How much life he’s shown me.
And still, I wish I would’ve just danced.