Rose's Thorns

I stared at him shamelessly, grateful he had refused to wear a mask like everyone else, my eyes unable to turn away from the sight of him. The glamour of the hall, the sophistication of the people in it and the slow music playing in the background seem to pale before my eyes as my mind wandered into a land of its own, a different world where I and him, a we, was attainable. I saw him approach me, a smile lifting the corners of his lips exposing a dimple I had only seen when he spoke. Slowly, his eyes holding mine, making me wonder if his heightened senses made him know the exact location of my gaze, he extended his hand to me then said, his voice slicing through every bit of my consciousness making me alert yet so weak that I trembled. "May I?" They were just two letter words yet they felt like a million and more, I saw myself try so hard to contain my excitement as I placed my hand in his hoping he wouldn't notice it's slight tremor. I watched as his smile deepened and before I could realize what he was about to do, he pulled me closer and proceeded to whisper in my ear. "You know that saying, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder?" I may have answered or I may have not but one thing I was sure of was that I leaned even closer making him wrap his hands around my waist and I swear I almost clapped for my heart for being able to beat so hard and so fast. "Well, I think the person behind it was too superficial or perhaps he has never experienced beauty that resonated so deep, way past vision and into the heart like I have and I presently am right now." That did it and I collapsed totally into his arms or rather almost into empty space if not for the wall a few meters away from me. Hastily, I stabled myself and stood erect as I quickly surveyed my surrounding praying no one had witnessed my embarrassing display. When I was sure it was only my secret to tell, I heaved a sigh and closed my eyes wondering when all this will end, when my heart will finally give up and stop yearning for a man that will never and can never be mine. "Your silence is like that of a child, I cannot help but wonder what you are up to." And just like that all my composure crumbled along with my common sense. My eyes opened swiftly and lo and behold, my tranquility and undoing stood before me, his gaze a little higher than my eye level, one of his eyebrows raised in question. I did not think about it because If I had, I would have not said it but I did. "Thinking about you." He was surprised, he may have tried to hide it but I had seen the the swift change in his expression before it became that of nonchalance. "How to get away from me?" He asked and I may have imagined it but his voice sounded lower and deeper and his eyes, they seemed to gaze deeper at what he didn't know was the wall above my head. "Wrong. I was thinking about what it would feel like to dance on the stage in your arms." It has been confirmed, I have ran mad and I could see it even on his face as he backed away a bit, this time, his surprise on full display. I even took it a step further as I asked. "Do you think I will be able to find out today?" I have laid all at stake, my pride, my crazily drumming heart and probably whatever sanity I had left. If I get rejected, I don't know how I will be able to even move from the spot I stood. I watched as his eyes darted from one end to another as if searching for any evidence that I was joking or I was drunk or that he hadn't heard well, I watched as he seemed to tell himself he had heard perfectly well and I was perfectly sane and serious, I watched as he searched for an answer within himself and I watched as he opened his mouth to tell me his resolve. "Dear God......" I begged.