It was all there; the hungry looks across the dance floor, the blistering feet, the sweat, the heat, the hide-n-seek, the peek-a-boo, the adrenaline rush, the music, the slow dancing, the lights, the darkness, the crowd, the solitude, the opportunity. But still neither one of us grabbed it. We’ve both grown up, haven’t we? We think now before moving in for the kill. We actually mull over our actions and curb the deepest, strongest of desires. We actually care. Thank you for being so wrong, but yet the right in my life.