The Last Dance

I look into Suha's eyes as we hold each other close. Unadulterated affection shines in her dark olive eyes. A warmth rises somewhere within me. Such a beautiful person she is, inside and out. So simple and young and naïve, oh dear.
We were there that night, you and I, embracing, sharing breath, gazing into each other's eyes as the music went on… bringing us that much closer. I peered into your eyes, trying to find a clue. But you gave nothing away that night, swaying in my arms to the songs the band was playing. Surrounded by a sea of bright eyes of young lovers, we included, we swayed in almost stillness. All that mattered to me, though, was that you were there, in flesh and in spirit, in my arms.
Goosebumps. Racing hearts. Quickening breath. Every last bit of my being wanted you, and you alone. Electricity coursing through my nerves, lost for words, I leaned in. Your hair smelled like a concoction of strawberries and that earthy smell after the first rains of the season. That sweet yet overpoweringly delicious aroma of Davidoff Echo rose from your collar bone, and mixed with the concoction of your hair, drove me into a fine frenzy. More goosebumps. Drumming hearts.
The spark of the moment was uncanny. Swallowing hard, I let the moment engulf me. That night, nothing mattered, as long as you were there and I was there. No sound. Skipped heartbeats. Lost.
Just lost.
The final bright sparks of a dying flame.
Why did we have to wake up? Why couldn't we just be in that moment, forever and ever? I was at the height of my existence; but you didn't let the dream finish. Halfway through it, you shook me awake. Startled, I looked around. No music. No dancing. No you. I felt like a child again, unwillingly having to wake up for school, crying and complaining to go back to sleep. To dreams.
“You look lost,” Suha says, pulling me back from my reverie; genuine concern in her eyes.
“I am lost.” Though true, I decide not to tell her where I had been lost.
I like Suha. I do, really. But this isn't the first time that I plummeted back into my memories when with her; I am with her in flesh, but with you in spirit.
That warmth inside my chest? I try to convince myself every time that it's for her. Yet, I know it isn't. It's for what I had all those years back, what I long for.
It's for you.
And things will never be the same for me with her, or with anybody else, for I still am hungover on your potion, longing to be drunk on you again, over and over.
“So I'm never gonna dance again,
The way I danced with you.”