Quietly at first,
from across the room.

Then we slowly found excuses
to get just a little bit closer.
Still playing our silly little game.

You never quite looked at me.
Your eyes always just dancing away.

Eventually, our dance reached its end.
And there was nothing but soft air between us.

So here we are.
Close enough to talk but not talking.
Dancing cheek to cheek.
Caught between yes and maybe.

This is how I met you.

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