Showcase of my Weakness

The only time you held me, my heart seemed to stop. Your head was turned away as I looked up, yet you were the one who made the move. I wish I knew what you were thinking at that moment. I wish I could've touched your lips with mine as we danced. Your hands on my hips, mine on the back of your neck, our faces close yet so far. You were mouthing the words to the song, nervous we both were. All I wanted was for you to look at me and hold me closer. We moved in a circle of our own and it felt as if a journey of some sort had concluded and this was the long awaited ending. You were my first chance, but I was too scared to edge forward. I'll always symbolize that night as a showcase of my weakness.