Am I Finally Chosen?

am I finally chosen?

I thought prom would be ordinary, but my heart had already written its own story, and in every imagined scene,

it was you I saw.

You feel like a dream that somehow found its way into my ordinary life.

When they first announced that prom was coming, I remember silently imagining it, the music, the lights, the slow dance everyone talks about.

but somewhere in the middle of all that small daydream, I had a silent wish,

if I were to dance that night, I hoped it would be with you.

I never really believed it would happen. You have always been the quiet one, the person who move through the world like someone who carries his thoughts carefully, someone who lets silence speak before words ever do.

so I never expected anything. dreams, after all, are easier to keep when they stay unspoken. yet somehow, you reached for me.

you chose me

and that small decision rewrote the story I had been telling myself everyday.

Even now, a month later, the memory still feels distant.
sometimes I sit there replaying the moment in my head and asking myself,

did it really happened?

or did my mind simply created a beautiful illusion because itwas something I wanted too much?

but it did happen. memories are too clear to be a dream and the proof lives in the moments i keep replaying.

You would call this ordinary, a dance move, a simple gesture, but the first time you offered your hand in practice, my own mind betrayed me. My mind suddenly filled with thousand thoughts. Flooded with hope I didn’t know I had permission to feel.

My chest tightened before my fingers even touched yours.

for a second, I realized that I could finally hold your hand. I would finally know what it felt like to hold yours.

and so I did.

and when our fingers met something inside me softened. something imperceptible but alive.

Your hand was warm, just perfect for my cold hands that had always been yearning to hold yours.

and in that warmth, my pulse caught in rhythm with something beyond the music, something i didn’t yet have a word for. it was strange how natural it felt, as if i have been long time waiting for this to happen.

then at one point while we stood there, your fingers shifted slightly, you absentmindedly rubbed the back of my hand without saying anything. It felt as though a warmth spread somewhere deep in my chest, a feeling that makes me suddenly aware of every second passing by. Not loud enough for anyone else to notice, but strong enough to make my heart stumble.

I didn’t know how to explain it, only that I wanted the moment to last longer than it probably should have.

and only that I wanted you to hold my hand like that again, let that small closeness mean something.

The dance moved on, steps and rhythms filling the space, but I only noticed the inches you closed between us, the way your hand rested on my waist, how you pulled me just enough to keep me near, guiding me through movements I barely remembered. and each time it happened, I felt that same quiet awareness.

how close we were. how real it felt. it was such a small distance, yet it felt like the closest I had ever been to you

it was all silent. but it spoke. and i listened.

Every small motion felt like a secret conversation our bodies were having.

Every step felt like a question neither of us dared to ask.

is this nothing to you?
or does it echo inside you too?
did you feel even a fraction of what i felt?

I had never felt something like that before. It was the first time something so simple made my heart feel so full

Then the night finally arrived.

The room was full of music and laughter, lights softened into halos. everything seemed softer than usual. The night itself understood that these moments would soon become memories. Somewhere in the middle of it all, within all the noise, we’re sitting there in a corner. I rested my head against your shoulder. Just for moment, for a heartbeat, the world became still and suddenly the noise around us faded away.

In that stillness, something inside me untangled, a thing i didn’t know had knotted itself so tightly with longing.

Your shoulder felt like the only place in the room where I truly belonged. I felt like a child again leaning there. It held me like it had always known I would come to rest there. the simple peace of knowing you are exactly where you are supposed to be, like returning to a place where nothing feels uncertain.

I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want the moment to end.

if there is a shape for comfort, for safety, for the warmth of being chosen — it looked like that, it felt like that,

it was that.

like how simple it was and yet how much it meant to me.

In that moment, I wished time would slow down. I wished to stay there longer than the night allowed, close enough to feel your presence, just enough to forget the world around us, and just quietly leaning against you while the world moved on.

Even now, i find myself thinking about that feeling again and wonder when that kind moment of us will happen again.

when will i get to lean on you again without overthinking every second of it?

When will I get to feel that closeness once more?

When will i be able to feel that comfort where our hearts seem a little closer to each other?

If I could have stayed there longer, I would have.

I wish i could hug you again too, because somehow I feel like everything inside me settles when you are near.

But since that night ended, you never spoke about those moments the way they linger in my mind. you never explained why you chose me

because when the music ended, the questions returned.

why me? why now? did those moments mean anything to you at all? or was it simply a dance, a small event that passed by like any other day?

maybe for you it was nothing, just memory that will fade in time.

but my heart is a foolish thing. it collects moments like these and turns them into meanings they may not deserve.

because now, every once in a while, i sit with the memory and ask the question that refuses to disappear;

was i finally chosen?

Chosen the way someone chooses a person they want to stay beside, not just for a night under borrowed lights.

I keep returning to that thought as if repeating it will untangle the doubt from my heart.

sometimes I worry that maybe I misunderstood everything. that perhaps I was foolish for believing that being chosen once might mean something deeper.

Still, even with all these unanswered questions, even if I am the only one who still remembers them like this, I remain grateful for that one specific moment in time, just for a night, out of everyone you could have chosen, you reached out your hand and it was mine that you held. — you chose me to stand beside you. you may never explain why, and perhaps I will never understand the reason behind it.

I may never know. maybe you never intended to tell me. maybe silence is your answer.

but if there is one thing I know for certain, if another song ever begins, if there was ever another dance, another chance, another night asks us to choose our partners to stand under those lights and move to the same music again, my heart already knows what it will do.

it will walk back to you without hesitation.

no matter how uncertain the meaning was for you,
you would still be the only person I would want to dance with. not anyone else. only you

Yet even if it was only for a brief night, I cannot erase the way I felt. the inches of closeness, the brush of your hand, it was enough to become a memory I will carry for a long time.

because for me, in that simple act of reaching your hand to mine, I finally understood what it means to be chosen.

and somehow, that single choice is enough to stay with me long after the music has already faded.