Let us dance, go to a new place where we can become free and prance. I know that I hadn’t showed you the honor that you deserve. Let me make it up to you. I didn’t explain my depths of love for you when I had you and I’m here now begging for your forgiveness. I lost it all to you, I gave you the innocents I had left, until that day I let you get away.

May we not forget our history? Of when I had first met those blue eyes and you stared into mine. Anything to get a look at every detail that your story had to hold, I would do.

Where were I when you had everything fell apart, when you thought you had lost something great. Right where you needed me. Even when I was tired from my hardship, I placed aside my feelings for you. Age never mattered to me, but you did. My tall, handsome, slender, libra...you were everything I had ever wanted in my life. Am I to blame to had desperately want a craving? Should I had thrown you away like I did with the dairy products for the better of my health?

Now you are with the other girl. At first, I didn’t care for her. My heart would race, I would tend to smile more, even though I had envied her confidence. I was not sure about her, she seemed so wild. Too crazy for a man like you and a woman as myself. Now look, that insane girl has you, every night; as I sleep alone, in the cold. Months later, me and that crazy girl finally found away past our awkwardness. We found why we were meant for each other, was it to keep you apart of my life? Or was it really a connection I had felt. Her and I had gotten so comfortable together to the point of sharing your physical touch. Was it wrong to place you in the middle of us to snuggle up that night?

I hadn’t told her my affectionate feelings I had for you, I buried them deep inside me, away from her vision. Feeling the warmth of your heart, the soothing touch of your hand; I even forgot she was there. In my mind it was us and only us. THIS is what I’ve been dying for, this is what my body needs.

But somehow I am stuck.

Do I stay with my soul sister, or do I give him a taste of me? I’m sorry for not honoring you the way you needed to me, for not being confident enough to sweep you off your feet. I am sorry for not being ready for you like I am now. Please, let us have that chance, take my hand so we can dance.