Once upon a time
I waltzed in the middle of the street with someone I’m not in love with, and he wasn’t (and isn’t) in love with me, and I think it was the most perfect thing I’ve ever experienced because it wasn’t anything but fun and silly and a little scary and it didn’t (and doesn’t) mean anything and we never really talk, he and I, and we’ll probably never waltz again, but that doesn’t make me sad because I don’t feel like I’m losing anything, because nobody gets hurt in that scenario, when nobody is in love.
I mean, unless a car comes.
