It was daily.
Me coming to the club seeing him.
Seeing him dance.
My life was always painful. My parents never appreciated me.
I have to live alone.
I have no friends. No one to talk with.
My boss pressures me with much work. I never got the time to pursue my dreams. Never had the chance to go on a date as a girl should.
I wanted to die.
But then when I saw him.
I felt alive and much more better seeing him dance.
Never thought someone dancing can cure my pain this much.
But as days went by I could sense he wasn't happy.
He was sad.
Like he doesn't want to do this...
Maybe I'm wrong....
Or am I?