i love dancing with the bf.
in our early courting days, the bf would pull me to my feet, wrap his arms around me, and we would sway along to stranded by van morrison. the bf would sing along:
"i'm stranded at the edge of the world
it's a world i don't know
got no where to go
feels like i'm stranded..."
in moments like those i didn't want to be anywhere else. everything i longed for lived in those dances. it was our dance: the moves, the way we held each other tightly, how his voice felt against my ear.
at a wedding last night, that same feeling swept over me. we were back in his room, dancing our dance.
and the dance that we do is the only dance i want to do.
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