It’s the moment I’ve been waiting for: a slow dance with you. I wrap my left arm around your neck and rest my right hand on your left shoulder. You gently rest your arms around my waist to bring us close. We begin the soft swaying side to side, taking small steps as we slowly dance in a circle. I try to steady my breath as I look into your honey colored eyes. I fear you’ll see into the depths of my soul and realize just how much I’ve fallen for you. So I rest my head on your shoulder and nuzzle into your neck, you rest your jaw on my head as you pull me in closer. Can you feel the heat radiating from my body? As I continue to try to steady my breath, I realize our breathing is in sync. I’ve longed to be this close to you for years. I begin to notice the little things like the stubble on your jawline gently poking my forehead. How many times have I daydreamed of touching your face and feeling that stubble, or kissing that chiseled jawline of yours and playfully nibbling on it. Would that make you melt? I notice how perfect your height is, you’ve mentioned how you wish you were taller, but to me — for me, you are perfect. You are perfect in so many ways. I feel how strong your shoulders are, so broad and safe. I pull away to brave looking into your eyes, we stop the swaying and you pull away to meet my gaze. My hands fall to you forearms and I stare into you, and with a trembling hand I bring the tips of my fingers to your face, that stubble that has been jointing me and I lose my breath at the touch. You take my hand and sweetly kiss my fingers. Before I can catch my breath, you pull me close and you bring me into a kiss that is so gentle and sweet, but I soon feel the years of pent up tension as your tongue makes its way into my mouth. This is all I have waited for….

“You ready for the next set?”, you ask bringing me out of my daydream. I blush hoping that you have no clue what I just imagined in between our sets at the squat rack. “Yes, I am ready, I guess it’s been a few minutes.” You stand behind me to spot me and as I look into the mirror preparing to dip under the bar to rest it on my shoulders, I see you behind me and those big broad shoulders of yours that I’ll never get to rest my head on. I see your perfect height for how short I am. I take a deep breath and stand to get the bar in position. You encourage me with, “You’ve got this!” And though I am grateful to have you as my coach, I wish we could be something more.