Chris and I greet people until it seems as though everyone arrives and we go downstairs. Amber has turned up the music even more and everyone has started dancing. Edwin sees me and runs to grab my hand. I look back at Chris as Edwin leads me to the group of people dancing.

“Dance with me!?â€?

“Of course!â€? I yell over the music.

I let the music take me but look over at Chris and his face makes me miss a beat. It is broken inside in out. You could tell he was holding something in and so was I. We are both holding in the truth. We are both holding in our feelings. We are holding in our urge to be with each other. I mouth a ‘I’m sorry’ to him.

“What’s wrong?â€? I hear in my ear.

I notice I have stopped dancing.

“Oh sorry,â€? I say and dance really hard like nothing is bothering me.