Last dance

I met this guy last year

and completely fell for him right away.

But didn’t expect to see him again since he lives in New York City.

A few months later, when I was in London, he flew to see me.

It felt like something out of a movie, yet I still thought it was the end of our story.

This summer, he came to Korea.

I went to New York in October.

And now, he’s on a plane to Seoul again.

I’ve found that being madly in love is physically uncomfortable.

My legs can barely keep up when I see him.

My hands literally start shaking every time he texts me.

Just thinking about him makes my heart pound like it’s about to burst out of my chest.

I’ve always been drawn to feelings that take my breath away, but this is overwhelming.

I know the intensity will fade with time, but knowing that is sad in its own way.

Hopefully, this time really is the last dance.

One evening in London, I ran down Oxford Street as fast as I could, just to see him as soon as possible. All the neon lights of the city blurred around me, and I heard nothing but my own heartbeat.

This scene will forever be burned into my mind. London will always hold a piece of my soul, with his soothing voice and dimple.