Once his song had ended, our dancing continued, but not another word was spoken. I’m unsure if it was him or me or maybe both who wouldn’t let go, and so we stayed there, swaying slowly in the softness of the moonlight, refusing to let it end. Something with him feels different. It always has, and I know it’s nothing we can explore for more reasons than I care to think about, but for a moment, none of that seemed to matter.
For a moment he was mine.