I Don't Dance

((This peice was inspired by the song "I don't dance" by Lee Brice. It is written from a male perspective.))

I don't dance.

I told her that on our first date, almost four years ago now. She smiled brightly at me and laughed, thinking it was a joke. 

I don't dance. 

I told her that when she asked me to her junior prom, three years ago now.  She smiled like she wasn't hurt that I wouldn't go, but I knew she was.

I don't dance. 

I told her that when she asks me to her senior prom, two years ago. Once again, her smile told me she didn't care. But her eyes said otherwise. 

I don't dance. 

I told her that at her sister's wedding, a year ago. Her smile had begun to waver by then. She sat beside me at the table and watched everyone else. 

I don't dance. 

I told her that on our wedding day, this morning. Her smile was there, but barely visible. 

I don't dance. 

But I took her hand and I led her to the dance floor. Her eyes lit up. I spun her around and held her close. Her smile was soft, but her eyes were sparkling. 

I don't dance. 

I never thought I would find the one that I wanted to spend my life with. But I found her. And for her I would do anything. 

I don't dance. 

But for her, I do. 

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