Minded

I loved her. I loved the thought of her. It was a short glance in time. Dancing freely in my mother’s back yard. She smiled gazing at me so fixed on every twirl and every footstep. I knew her eyes were near, so I kept dancing. When it was over, she applauded. Her shoulders hunched over the fence as her arms hung over it. Smiling an influential smile. A deep dent on both sides of her cheeks. I always looked up to her, admired her as a God. A religion even I can’t think about worshiping. I smile back, as she complimented my dancing.
“Maybe I should try singing.”
“Never, “she replied.
“Why not?” I laughed.
“Just my own selfishness. “
And she walked away again, I watched her back as she went. It’s ironic how I wanted her to say that, but then again, I wanted her to say anything.