It was daily.

Me coming to the club seeing him.

Seeing him dance.

My life was always painful. My parents never appreciated me.

I have to live alone.

I have no friends. No one to talk with.

My boss pressures me with much work. I never got the time to pursue my dreams. Never had the chance to go on a date as a girl should.

I wanted to die.

But then when I saw him.

I felt alive and much more better seeing him dance.

Never thought someone dancing can cure my pain this much.

But as days went by I could sense he wasn't happy.

He was sad.

Like he doesn't want to do this...

Maybe I'm wrong....

Or am I?