Can it really be love?

Dancing with the devil 

A lot had changed since the last time I wrote. I danced with the monster.  His name is Pechorin.  It was the day of the party at the hall on the 22 of May.  I was wearing a dress.  I caught Grushnitsky looking at me a few times and gave him a slight smile.  I was standing alone when Pechorin came up to me and asked me for a dance.  I didn’t know him that well so I thought this would be a good chance to talk to him.  Dancing with him was different.  After a brief conversation as we strolled across the floor together, I realized he was actually a really sweet person.  He said something about trying to prove that I was wrong about him.  Was I wrong about his self-absorbed personality? There is some kind of mystery and adventure about his voice.  His eyes stare straight through you too.  The next thing that happened was really surprising.  Pechorin turned out to be my hero for the night.  He saved me from a crazy drunk man!  I was so thankful to him.  We talked for a long while.  The lively, lighthearted conversation made me feel much better. He even admitted to liking me which I was pleased to hear.  He was a strange man, but something about him lured me in.