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The last dance…

Note by note, the orchestra was playing our song. You were with her, and I was with him… Thinking about our last dance and secretly looking in your eyes, I saw the sparkles that made my heart beat faster every time.

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Looking deep, deep in your eyes, make me remember the way you were kissing my lips, the way you were playing with my hair and the way you were dancing with me. I can see the strong desire you had for this last dance with me. Gazing at you, I thought that you were going to ask me for a dance.

Drunk in love, I rose from my seat and took your hand. There was nobody… Only you and me, and our song. Brimming with affection and bliss – we move. You are slowly coming next to me, obviously trying to open the old book full of endless feelings for you, I have.  Trembling with excitement, I started to feel the same love that I was feeling before. Standing in your arms full of confidence, I am dancing again. Only you know how to hold me like everyone else, but still different. Only you know how to caress my neck like everyone else, but still different. Only you know how to make my heart dance endlessly.

Sensing the end of the song, I can feel your hand leaving mine and going back to reality. It was then when the well known voice came to my ears and said, Honey, are you alright? “, For a moment, my eyes  were wide open and saw him. I saw him, not you. Realizing how much the red wine affected my memories, I finally understood that we had chosen different directions in life. With the corner of my eye, I am looking across your table and undeniably getting aware of the fact that, WE” don’t exist anymore. There is only me and him and you and her….