JUDE
My legs are shaking as I stand up and start dancing. I am wired, honed in on Miko, who isn't even hiding that he is staring hard at me.
I can't look at him, I can't, or I will crawl to him, forget that I am supposed to be dancing as a dare, and instead dance for him. Still, I dance for him because that's what I have been told.
Because that's what I really want.
I miss him, I miss his touch, his kisses, but I am too proud to admit it out loud, so I will do just about anything to ask him to come back to me; all but saying it out loud. It's damning, really, that I am proud like this even though it's causing me pain. I can't help but need to know that he will always choose me, even when we are fighting.
It's pretentious, really, that I am angry at him for telling someone about us because I did too. But it's different.
