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A long time ago...one memorable night, you and I were swaying on the dance floor.

I rememberthe long, loving look we exchanged into each other's eyes.  Dancing was sensual and magical for us.  Some how the music would fade, the people would disappear and it was just us...two souls on fire for each other, connecting, melding, becoming one, keeping our hearts and our feet in rhythm.

I thought I had a notion of what love was...but you brought out something in me that made me think that I had only a small taste of the real thing. Your eyes never waivered and nor could I look away.  We were lost in each other, holding on to each other, wanting each other; it felt so in tune as if in perfect time.

That moment had altered the course of our existence, because with you I was complete.  With me, you said your world was perfect. And our glance turned into smiles and smiles into an embrace and our embrace into a dance that carried on well beyond that dance floor.

So many years later, I still recall every feeling of that night and every night we shared, until you had to go. I remember seeing you off and how we held each other and cried and made promises to reunite upon your return.  My heart was full of your love and your heart was full of mine.  I anticipated your return and my heart danced at the very thought of laying eyes on you again of holding you once more.

Only you didn't return to me, not the way you had left.  Seeing you there, lifeless, cold, a shell of your former self...there would not be another dance.  I looked away, feeling my soul had lost its essence --that spark that kept it dancing. You didn't come back and I was lost and lonely and distraught.

Without you...how would I ever dance again? Without you how I would I move on?  Without you wasn't it all meaningless?

All these years later, I look back.  I eventually found my way back to the dance floor...slowly, once step at a time.  There was nothing easy about it but your love once again brought me there.  I found that I still had all of your love inside of me and with that, how could I not dance again? Your love was the source that gave me strength and kept me steady.  I moved forward and I began to sway, keeping the rhythm of your love with me, enabling me to give it away once again. 

Nothing could ever replace all that you've given me.  Nothing could erase those memories.  And nothing has taught me to love more strongly than the love you showed me--the love that is still with me...

and I've learned to dance with or without you.

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