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Our eyes met over the other dancers, and held. You were dancing with a man dressed in all black, I with my strange rose. I swore, then and there, that you were my princess.

That song ended. Another started, and yet, our locked gazes never broke apart. Finally, when I could bear no more space between us, I walked over and asked for a dance.

My, what a strange pair we must have made! I, with my black outfit, you with your shining white dress, pink to blonde, yet blue stayed among us.

We danced, and for a while, time stopped, enshrouding us in a world of our own making. Your hand felt so right in mine, your waist so perfect under my fingers. We moved together perfectly, twirling, dipping, moving back yet never separating. Oh no! You were mine for that dance, and this world was created for us alone.

I could not help smiling, and nor could you. This dance, this party: was solely made for us to meet, a minute bonding.

I could feel your everything, your light steps as you turned at my lead, fitting my arms as if you were made to be there.

And then the dance was over. You were whisked away, your touch and smile just a fleeting moment as time resumed. Another grabbed my hands; I was blind to their face.

Even now I hold those precious times together in my heart, and never again will I feel what you stirred inside me in that one, poignant dance.

Be well, princess.