Three years ago, it was completely different. He was just the boy in a tan driver hat whose picture inspired her to join Match.com and find out they were – indeed – a perfect match. A quick meeting in Starbucks (she can tell you exactly what he was wearing, he can tell you exactly what she ordered) led to dinner and then a movie and then another dinner and then a long two years of a relationship across state lines.
Somewhere along the way, he put his arm around her waist, guiding her with his extended arm. He set the pace, she followed. She stumbled, he held her up. He forgot the step, she reminded him.
He holds her hand walking through the park. She follows his lead standing in the coffee shop. Their synchronized journey began with a casual dance … and has evolved to a life of unity.
So there they stand. There they dance. Two people. In love. In their own secluded wood. Her hand resting in his, his hand supporting her waist. Moving to the music they created, gliding through the meadow. A dip. A turn. A kiss.Life changes. Scenes change. The sun sets. The story changes. A dip. A turn. A kiss.
It’s not just a dance.
It’s their life.