Taking Risks

This post is more for me than for you, the reader. Last night something amazing happened. I felt something that I haven't felt in quite a long time. I felt happy. I know it sounds so morbid, and a bit like im bitching/complaining. But honestly, last night I felt something that I haven't felt in a long time. The reason behind this is because I felt wanted, wich is something that I deeply crave. I guess you can say that its kind of my fault that I dont feel wanted all the time, because you see, im not one to take risks. So this is what happened last night.

Ill preface the story by saying this. Im not a huge fan of dances. In my four years of high school, I doubt that I have been to one dance. Even when their is one almost every weekend at the school I am currently attending. Despite all this, my friend convinced me to join him and about 20 others on a dance outing at a fellow all boys boarding school about an hour away. No it was not a dance with only boys. their were about 7 different schools in attendance. Half of them all girl schools. Upon arriving, I was immediately reminded why I never go to these dances. Its Boring. Nobody wants to dance. Well no. People were dancing but I couldn't find it in myself to get up and dance with anybody, seeing as I hate rejection. But then something changed. I couldn't tell you what changed, but something did. I found my self taking risks that normally I would not be taking. I started to work my way through the girls on the dance floor. Then, out of no where, I was dancing with this girl, and I found that i just didn't want to move on. I wanted to keep on dancing with that one girl, despite all the other girls around me. And we danced. To quote one of my favorite quotations from an amazing book and movie, Perks of being a wallflower, "And in that moment, I swear we were infinite." Neither of us wanted to move on. We must have danced for at least two hours. Me, this slightly short black guy, and her, this petite french girl with a tongue ring and dirty blond hair.  I don't know what it was between us, if it was the electric make out that we shared for quite a while, or if it was the simple fact that we understood each other on some sort of level. I know that if the dance had not ended, we would have danced all night. 

Now you might be wondering what this has to do with taking risks, and the reason why i'm telling you this story. The reason is because this girl that I danced with is gone. And as my friend so eloquently put it, she is my cinderella. We danced, shared a moment, and she disappeared with out a trace. Leaving behind only a memory of her face and the sweet kiss that we shared. I hope that one day, maybe the next dance, I might run in to her again. Maybe this will become a thing between us. Going to dances anonymously dancing and making out. Or maybe we didn't share something special, and im just being me. Who knows.