March 11, March 19

I miss the ball. I miss that head on my shoulder. I miss that hand I held the whole night. I miss that dance.

THAT DANCE.

That heavenly dance. The one moment where everything just stood still for a few seconds and all I had was a fixture of her. And everything was perfect.

That will never happen again. All I have are memories. But I'm glad I have them. I can look back. I can be one with the event again. I can transport myself back in time and still feel so alive.

I never felt so full of life.