Dancing With Our Hands Tied

I used to watch her.

Her dress dancing with the magic of the wind, admiring her precious face and everything she meant to me. Back then I didn't know what love was, and with the triggers of anxiety I had once every night, I felt my life hopelessly coming to an end.

Because being honest, nobody knew anxiety the way I did...

"Can we just drop this?" I asked as I got lost in her beautiful ocean eyes staring at me, like the pain of a blade tearing my soul out. She nodded saying no, as a tear fell and died on the cold grass.

It was the evening of Valentine's Day. We agreed on meeting at our favorite spot; away from everything and everyone. In the woods, riding in the car I got when I turned sixteen. I felt my heart making itself smaller, little by little. For the love of my life was going to leave me on the sweetest day of them all.

"Is there any way you can stay?" I asked.

"I don't think so, Alex.”

I doubted a few moments before answering:

"Then, why don't we dance with our hands tied?"

She almost startled, maybe thinking things the wrong way. But I knew, better than anyone that my purpose with her wasn't perverse, as if lust was something only the devil dared to do. As if my eyes were her warm shelter and my lips the place she called home.

"You know what?" she started.

I looked at her, whilst I felt the shimmer of a smile lighting my face up. I lifted an eyebrow, awaiting her response. Everything about her was tricky, and I loved it.

"I keep getting lost in you, did you know that?" she finally replied.

"What do you mean?"

She stared at the night sky, flooded with stars and said,

"I guess I mean everything I tell you these days. Everything I say, and do. I mean your smile whenever I'm having a bad day, your sarcastic comments every time we talk, and now you want to dance with our hands tied!" She giggled and continued, "I mean everything. Everything you are, everything you'll always be, Alex Hoffman".

She rested her head on my chest, as she opened her eyes to meet the sky once again. I took a deep breath and replied, with a nice sound of laughter and happiness slipping away from my mouth:

"You know what? You've always said things like that out of the blue, when I least expect it. Since I met you, it's always been this way..." I stood up after leaving a sweet kiss on her forehead and continued, walking in circles but still with the circle of the statement:

"When I say I want to dance with you with our hands tied, I don't mean it in a literal way..."

I smiled because of the expression I saw before me. She was even more confused now.

"I like to use metaphors, you already know that. And with this one I mean that...Even if after this night, if this is the last one, even if we're feeling like our hands are tied by fate, because maybe before the eyes of love we're not ready and and we're destined to go on different paths, I just want you to know, here and now...you're everything I've ever dreamed of. With your flaws, or the little things you describe as flaws. With the things I love about you, and even with the blood of this love in the palm of my hand...I'll still choose to dance with you.”

And after this, we just talked. We felt, we confessed. Then, while wishing upon stars, a pair of two wings appeared behind her, and with the sweetness of one last kiss, she vanished. Yes, she had committed a sin most of us can't even imagine.

Because sometimes, even angels take human form, for they have fallen in love. With people from Earth.

That was the last time I ever saw her. Dancing on a sweet summer night trying to forget our love wasn't made to be forever, trying to forget we couldn't be together.

Dancing on a sweet starry night, with our hands tied.

And because of everything I lived with her, I was going to keep my promise of never forgetting what happened on a certain valentine's day, where she gave me her heart, and I gave her mine in return.

Because even angels fall... into the games of life.