The Instructor

Chapter 1

I never thought of myself being in this predicament before; I am standing in front of the woman I love... I desperately want, need to tell her how I fe. She is my best friend, and I don't  want to ruin our friendship, we do everything together; we do Zumba together( she is the instructor) that's when we bond the most. She is so graceful and beautiful when she is dancing, it makes me want her more. She makes mischievous looks when we are about to do squats or something that many people don't have pleasure doing. I am naturally a goofball, and when we "woo", or anything of the sort I am the loudest and the most frequent person to actually "woo". She laughs a lot and gives me funny looks when I do. Thinking about this I've just realized I am loud because I like her looking at me. Her eyes are so beautiful and say so much.

Every time I see her, my heart aches for her love and smile. She completes me and she makes me so joyful when I need a perk-me-up. Her smile is like a sun rise, so elegant and mystic, and you can't help but look and admire the beauty and everything that holds it together. Her low-key sarcastic part of her leaves me on a rush, her caring nature brings me in, her voice is a song bird, so tender and delicate.

I've written a poem about her,

How come every time I see you my knees weaken?
Why does my voice get higher when I talk to you?
Why do my eyes dilate when I look into your eyes.

When you're around why do I feel like I can say anything?
Why do you tempt me with your smile?
Why does your touch send chills down my spine?

I've never felt this way before, yes, I've had girlfriends before; I never told them I loved them because, I'm won't  say I love them unless I know for a fact that my feelings are more than skin deep. Love is a delicate thing, the word is used too much, but the meaning behind it is used too little. I only say "I love you" when it's right and not clichè at the moment.

The tenderness of her love drives me insane; she is optimistic, which makes me have a sliver of hope. I used to think all hope was false until I met her. We are always together, some say inseparable. Her whim of excitement is intriguing. She leaves me on a high of happiness. I remember the first time we met, it was the first time I'd go to her classes Saturday mornings.

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I am the first person there, I am so excited to add a new work out to my routine, I'm bored of lifting and using the treadmill. She walked in and only saw me because I was the only person on time that morning.

"Where is everybody?" She asks while walking in.

"I don't know." I say shyly.

"I'm Regina." She smiles, getting the music ready.

I told her my name and we went on with the class; about three songs in a few other people showed up for the class.

After the class she asked me if she could friend me on various social media. I accepted, and we became very close after that.