Tu de que vas ..... Just one dance.

Sitting at the bar counter he was listening to the fast changing tracks of dance music in the club. It was weekend in Madrid and Madrilenians were busy dancing and drinking.
"Hey You are still sitting here. No plans for dancing?" , He turned around on the revolving chair and saw her. She was half drunk. He refused her offer for the third time and gently removed her hand resting on his shoulder. He could see the disappointment in her eyes but he could not help it. He was not interested.
Sally was not Spanish. She was an Englishwoman. He met her once or twice before and tonight she was here with him at this club. He could not figure out why. Suddenly he did not want any company anymore. and surely not a woman's company.

He rotated the glass of red wine then. This glass reminded him of someone, someone he used to relate with wine and intoxication. He thought he needed alcohol to calm his nerves, but the glass in his hands was still full. Even alcohol was not the solution tonight. The solution was across thousands of miles. unreachable.
Not far from him was the dance floor where people were dancing madly. Sally was one of them too. He wondered why ever he brought her with him. Women were some crazy creatures and he didn't feel like having their company anymore.
Slowly he moved towards the full length glass window, now drenched with raindrops. October in Madrid always brought rain. This club was built on a hill in the suburbs of Madrid city, the view from the window was wet and steamy. Just like every other view. 
As the night was getting deeper the music scene was changing too. Now the DJ had tuned one of the mellow tracts. The hip hop dancing took a twist and moved into the waltz zone. He stood still for a while , it was one of his favorite songs and down the memory lane , he recalled he played this song for her too.

Tu de que vas (Do you even need to ask) 

If I had to make the choice again

I’d choose you without a doubt

cause there are no doubts to have

Franco De Vita was singing and materializing some special moments for him.

"I haven't danced with anyone in my life but if I ever wish to do waltz , will you be my partner Daniel?". He could still hear her crystal clear voice. They were on the deck of the boat on their return from Ibiza island where there was a lovely breeze and some lovely music in the backdrop, when she asked him. The desire in her eyes was more than he could bear at that time. And now remembering that particular moment, he realized it was this desire in her eyes that he was missing the most.





Running a hand through his hair, he reached for his cell phone and checked every possible place she could have left a message for him. There was none. She was gone. There was no returning back.
The song continued to play, relieving and at the same time tormenting his nerves.

do you even need to ask?
if there's not even one minute of my time
in which you do not cross my mind

and still you question if I love you?