This was written for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you, Rochelle!
You outstretched your hand, your eyes bright with so many possibilities. I pressed my fingers into your palm, trusting.
We began the dance of two, lips clasping often, laughter gurgling, emotions, you were hesitant to call love, spiraling like cars on a ferris wheel.
I faithfully leaped. You withdrew.
Although young, I was raised with suspicion, which became true.
You could only have one of us so I begged–“Choose me. Love me.”—which never works.
I lost fairy princess dreams, the blazing carnival-ride of youthful love, but discovered the joy of solitary dizzy dancing.
This was inspired by the title to Rochelle’s story because I saw it this afternoon and then couldn’t get the song, Both Sides Now, out of my head.