Two sides....

I look up into his face and the crowd vanishes. People become dancers along the edges of my world. My hand lingers on his arm and my body tingles with excitement. “Perhaps I should tell her my side of the story,” a grin flirting across his handsome face. “Your side, now that would be interesting.” I stare boldly into his eyes. A thousand tiny butterflies take flight in my heart. “Every story has two sides.” I want him to reach for me, to kiss me. “Yes, but they all end the same.”