I love dancing (and You)

You asked me what I loved the most. I almost said "You". But then I remembered who I was, and who you were. So i bit my lip, and gazed into your eyes. Where I saw you slipping your tiny hand onto my palm, and fingers tightly wrapped around my hand. With my arm around your waist, we were swirling under the softly glowing fireflies that twinkled in the darkness. The slow song that we twirled to, the faith you had in me as you closed your eyes, and the soft mutterings between the gently swaying couples seemed to conspire against my suppressed confession. In that moment, I gazed at you , my heart thumping with love. I leaned in, wanting to remember this moment, capturing it like fireflies in amber. I looked to you, whose face was anticipating my answer. To you who remembered nothing. To you who once belonged to me. To you who were just a dream. "I love dancing." You are my hamartia. You are my fatal flaw. Yet you are all I ever wanted.