Datalinks: 011.0411.002 - Last night, I had a dream about you...
We arrive there and the first thing I see is my friend, all up into the character she is. She asks some questions and I have my good time. Joke around and blah blah blah. But I relaly didn't care for that so we walk down the red carpet. To your left, "paparazzi" and "fans" cheer and jeer. And at the end of the carpet is where you check in. We do so and go in. Straight ahead of you, punch bar. To you right, lots of tables. And in between straight ahead of you and your right, the DJ and the dance floor. To your left, two doors leading to the coat check in and than the photographers. We check in our coats and go back to the tables where our friends await us. We talk, we have a good time.
"Let's go mingle with everyone else first," you say.
I nod in agreement, "Ok."
So slowly but surely we make our way through all the tables and we say our hellos. I see Phil and Q on the floor attempting to "C" so I walk over there and you follow.
I ask, "What? You try to 'C' walk?"
"What, think you can do better Josh," says Q.
"No...I know I can do better."
Phil and their dates start busting up. I than make some room and do my thang. My "C" walk. Phil, the big kidder, starts to bow and Q gives me props. I bask in that little moment that I took the guts to try something while everyone could see me. I turn around and than everyone starts dancing. My eyes open up and that was a moment where I felt, god like almost. I go back to you and we walk back to the rest of the group. We take some pics amongst ourselves and than go to the photographers.
Eventually the dance starts to pick up as everyone shows up. We go out with the friends and start dancing. And all I could do is look at you and...smile. We dance and dance and dance the night away. A great time for everyone so it seemed.
The first slow song comes up and we dance together of course. My mind was racing. I was like. She is my friend. A very good friend. A friend for a long time. But I like her too. What do I do? Play it by ear. I place my hands on your hips. But you move in closer so I wrap my arms around ya. And there we are. A blissful moment. A moment I won't forget. A moment that I get often now a days. A moment of tranquility, invincibility, and most importantly...happiness.
It is over and we dance with the group again. Sylvia joins in and you decide to go sit down. Sylvia drags me off to the side with some of her other friends and we dance to a latin song. We are there, dancing close and having a good time. A slow song comes up in my head. I try to find you but...Syvlia ask for the dance. Quickly I'm torn. Do I say no and be the good date? Or do I say yes and be the gentlemen? I say yes. We too dance close. She too instantly gets close to me. She moves her hands around my back caressing me. She rests her head on my shoulder and I have the same feeling for her as with you. Only difference is she has latin blood, heh heh.
Anyways the song is over and she gives me a kiss on the cheek. I smile and we go on. I look for you and find you.
"Sorry about that. Couldn't find ya."
"It's ok. You were having a good time being Mr. Panamanian Puerto Rican, I got rhythm guy."
"So you aren't mad or anything?"
"Nope. Not at all."
We join the group again and dance. And here I am, lookin at you again. Thinking, letting my mind wander. As you have a good time with all the girls I wonder the many questions. Why couldn't I talk to her long before? Why couldn't I say it before? I told her just a week ago, what is she thinkin? What? What now? Will it ever come to be? Or...will I be out of luck as I always am. Oh well, no biggie.
Something happens though while I'm in lala land. You go to the bathroom, Harmony close behind. I wait. And wait. And wait. I find Sylvia and ask her about you.
"I'll go check up on her and let ya know."
She goes too. Soon, I'm in the dark. I think I was waiting for 15 mins more after that. Than here you come out, seeing me on the wall waiting. You come over and hug me.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"Leaving like that. For makin ya worry."
"Oh, it's ok. What was wrong?"
"Oh you know the usual. Can't stand seeing Tony and her together."
"Ah."
Another slow song comes up and we go dance. We dance close. Real close. Like Sylvia, you rest your head on my shoulder as we dance. And I wonder, could it be? Or is it just the moment. Oh well. I live all my life in this one moment as god does not favor the rest of my life to be like this moment (so I thought).
Well the group gets ready to head on out and they invite us. We hitch a ride with them and go to Mr. Anderson's place (Brian, bf of Harmony. Funny guy from Drama who was in my chem class). We all go up to his room. You, Sylvia, and I sit on one bed. Brian and Harm were on the floor and Heather was on the other bed. Sylvia gives you a back massage and you kick your feet up on me after taking off your heels. They were aching...I knew it. You even than said it after it raced through my mind. Well...I do what I do. I massage your feet. You were happy and that made me happy. After that was done Sylvia comes behind me.
"Ok, take of your jacket"
"Que?"
"You heard me."
I take off my jacket and she starts to massage my back.
"Take off your vest too."
"God know what you'll ask next. Just be careful because I may put Brian over there to shame"
I take off my vest and she continues to massage. You lie down near us and relax after your great massage. I too feel great after that. The was the first massage I got in years so I was all loose and great. Sylvia lays down on you and she drags me down to lay on her. And there we are. Layin in bed (yes, I was in a bed with two other girls, score! Hahaha). Sylvia was caressing me all around and I just relaxed like you wouldn't imagine. There was something about her touch. It was loving...or it felt loving at least. I was gone though. In my mind I was. That was the same kind of way my mom touched me back in second grade when I use to lay down next to her.
As time goes on we get dropped off at your place. I wait for my mom there. My mom got there in do time and we walk out. I put my stuff in the car and go back to you.
"Thanks for being my date," you say.
"No problem. Any time."
You than wrap you arms around me and give me a hug. I return the hug of course. My last moment of paradise...and that moment I lived as long as the moment and Anderson's house and the last slow song we had. You than take a step back and you give me a kiss. Right than I knew my feelings for you. I knew it all 4 years of high school and right than was my greatest most ultimate proof of all that I loved you.
"Sorry," she says. "Well see you Monday."
"Alright, see ya than."
I go in the car, and talk to my mom for a few mins. But...I wanted my own moment. I wanted to just...be alone. I tough my lips and think back on that moment. I still do. My high school crush.
Come graduation we give our hugs and she kissed me on the cheek. I thought to myself...
I would wait. As waiting for love is great. Especially when you know it is love. But...I waited 4 years already. And now you are asking me to wait another 4 years? Sorry but...I can't wait. I think that I need love or else I'll go insane and thus, I must put my feelings for you aside. Never to rise up like it did before. I love you...more than you can imagine. I would kill for you. I would die for you...but, I can't wait. I'm sorry and you are sorry. We are both sorry.
And now where are you? Out and abroad. All I can think was you said you would've waited for me. And I would've waited for you. But you have someone right now, and so do I. But I did love you...Heather Robinson, I did love you. And somewhere deep inside of me you are still the one person who asked all the right questions that made me live to see the next day. You always asked "Hey Josue how is it going...really?" "Any problems at home?" "Do you need/want to talk about it?" "How is DeMolay?" "Is everything going ok for you?" You always asked one or many of those questions. And you would listen to me when I went on my tangents. You were there for me when no one was...
Just remembering the days when life was good. And by good I mean easier than they are now. More simple than it is now. Well peace out holmes...
"Let's go mingle with everyone else first," you say.
I nod in agreement, "Ok."
So slowly but surely we make our way through all the tables and we say our hellos. I see Phil and Q on the floor attempting to "C" so I walk over there and you follow.
I ask, "What? You try to 'C' walk?"
"What, think you can do better Josh," says Q.
"No...I know I can do better."
Phil and their dates start busting up. I than make some room and do my thang. My "C" walk. Phil, the big kidder, starts to bow and Q gives me props. I bask in that little moment that I took the guts to try something while everyone could see me. I turn around and than everyone starts dancing. My eyes open up and that was a moment where I felt, god like almost. I go back to you and we walk back to the rest of the group. We take some pics amongst ourselves and than go to the photographers.
Eventually the dance starts to pick up as everyone shows up. We go out with the friends and start dancing. And all I could do is look at you and...smile. We dance and dance and dance the night away. A great time for everyone so it seemed.
The first slow song comes up and we dance together of course. My mind was racing. I was like. She is my friend. A very good friend. A friend for a long time. But I like her too. What do I do? Play it by ear. I place my hands on your hips. But you move in closer so I wrap my arms around ya. And there we are. A blissful moment. A moment I won't forget. A moment that I get often now a days. A moment of tranquility, invincibility, and most importantly...happiness.
It is over and we dance with the group again. Sylvia joins in and you decide to go sit down. Sylvia drags me off to the side with some of her other friends and we dance to a latin song. We are there, dancing close and having a good time. A slow song comes up in my head. I try to find you but...Syvlia ask for the dance. Quickly I'm torn. Do I say no and be the good date? Or do I say yes and be the gentlemen? I say yes. We too dance close. She too instantly gets close to me. She moves her hands around my back caressing me. She rests her head on my shoulder and I have the same feeling for her as with you. Only difference is she has latin blood, heh heh.
Anyways the song is over and she gives me a kiss on the cheek. I smile and we go on. I look for you and find you.
"Sorry about that. Couldn't find ya."
"It's ok. You were having a good time being Mr. Panamanian Puerto Rican, I got rhythm guy."
"So you aren't mad or anything?"
"Nope. Not at all."
We join the group again and dance. And here I am, lookin at you again. Thinking, letting my mind wander. As you have a good time with all the girls I wonder the many questions. Why couldn't I talk to her long before? Why couldn't I say it before? I told her just a week ago, what is she thinkin? What? What now? Will it ever come to be? Or...will I be out of luck as I always am. Oh well, no biggie.
Something happens though while I'm in lala land. You go to the bathroom, Harmony close behind. I wait. And wait. And wait. I find Sylvia and ask her about you.
"I'll go check up on her and let ya know."
She goes too. Soon, I'm in the dark. I think I was waiting for 15 mins more after that. Than here you come out, seeing me on the wall waiting. You come over and hug me.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"Leaving like that. For makin ya worry."
"Oh, it's ok. What was wrong?"
"Oh you know the usual. Can't stand seeing Tony and her together."
"Ah."
Another slow song comes up and we go dance. We dance close. Real close. Like Sylvia, you rest your head on my shoulder as we dance. And I wonder, could it be? Or is it just the moment. Oh well. I live all my life in this one moment as god does not favor the rest of my life to be like this moment (so I thought).
Well the group gets ready to head on out and they invite us. We hitch a ride with them and go to Mr. Anderson's place (Brian, bf of Harmony. Funny guy from Drama who was in my chem class). We all go up to his room. You, Sylvia, and I sit on one bed. Brian and Harm were on the floor and Heather was on the other bed. Sylvia gives you a back massage and you kick your feet up on me after taking off your heels. They were aching...I knew it. You even than said it after it raced through my mind. Well...I do what I do. I massage your feet. You were happy and that made me happy. After that was done Sylvia comes behind me.
"Ok, take of your jacket"
"Que?"
"You heard me."
I take off my jacket and she starts to massage my back.
"Take off your vest too."
"God know what you'll ask next. Just be careful because I may put Brian over there to shame"
I take off my vest and she continues to massage. You lie down near us and relax after your great massage. I too feel great after that. The was the first massage I got in years so I was all loose and great. Sylvia lays down on you and she drags me down to lay on her. And there we are. Layin in bed (yes, I was in a bed with two other girls, score! Hahaha). Sylvia was caressing me all around and I just relaxed like you wouldn't imagine. There was something about her touch. It was loving...or it felt loving at least. I was gone though. In my mind I was. That was the same kind of way my mom touched me back in second grade when I use to lay down next to her.
As time goes on we get dropped off at your place. I wait for my mom there. My mom got there in do time and we walk out. I put my stuff in the car and go back to you.
"Thanks for being my date," you say.
"No problem. Any time."
You than wrap you arms around me and give me a hug. I return the hug of course. My last moment of paradise...and that moment I lived as long as the moment and Anderson's house and the last slow song we had. You than take a step back and you give me a kiss. Right than I knew my feelings for you. I knew it all 4 years of high school and right than was my greatest most ultimate proof of all that I loved you.
"Sorry," she says. "Well see you Monday."
"Alright, see ya than."
I go in the car, and talk to my mom for a few mins. But...I wanted my own moment. I wanted to just...be alone. I tough my lips and think back on that moment. I still do. My high school crush.
Come graduation we give our hugs and she kissed me on the cheek. I thought to myself...
I would wait. As waiting for love is great. Especially when you know it is love. But...I waited 4 years already. And now you are asking me to wait another 4 years? Sorry but...I can't wait. I think that I need love or else I'll go insane and thus, I must put my feelings for you aside. Never to rise up like it did before. I love you...more than you can imagine. I would kill for you. I would die for you...but, I can't wait. I'm sorry and you are sorry. We are both sorry.
And now where are you? Out and abroad. All I can think was you said you would've waited for me. And I would've waited for you. But you have someone right now, and so do I. But I did love you...Heather Robinson, I did love you. And somewhere deep inside of me you are still the one person who asked all the right questions that made me live to see the next day. You always asked "Hey Josue how is it going...really?" "Any problems at home?" "Do you need/want to talk about it?" "How is DeMolay?" "Is everything going ok for you?" You always asked one or many of those questions. And you would listen to me when I went on my tangents. You were there for me when no one was...
Just remembering the days when life was good. And by good I mean easier than they are now. More simple than it is now. Well peace out holmes...