Sometimes life affords us the opportunity to spend one more day with someone we thought we might never see again.
I was brought back to the school disco. I walked into the hall and there she was, already dancing. I knew I should be up there dancing with her, as we had done so many times.
She, being the person she is, was prepared to be vulnerable and came to me and asked for a dance. I was there; we were there. For maybe three hours, we communicated through our dance, with few words spoken.
We went outside to get some air and found a spot to sit on the steps. It was just like how we did at the school discos. We talked, and then we kissed. Eternity was in the moment.
Life outside this moment could get complicated, particularly with the critical voices that sound every so often in my head. In the moment, it is perfect. There is nothing to stop us from just being with each other. It is midnight; the air is clear, and there are no demands other than to be.
We return to the hall and dance on until the music stops. With her, I dance like I never do.
I walk her home; she invites me in. It is still dark; our time is not yet done. I take her hand; she leads me in.
g