We dance circles around each other.

Making eye contact every now and then.

Smiling, giggling like 2 year olds.

Making flirty remarks to each other.

We promise.

We try not to fall.

But in the end one of us does.

In our little dance of love.

Usually me.

And you're  never there to catch me.

Like a good partner should.

I hit the floor.

And I hit it hard.

I pick myself up, dust myself off,

and we start the dance the dance over again.