Shall we Dance?

It was the same place, but the moment was different. The time had passed. But it lingered in her head. And as she was sitting at the table, her thoughts transported her to that evening, when everything seemed so surreal.

He walked towards her, not sure if he was doing the right thing. After all this time, he still felt she was like a book of mysteries, every chapter ending with a suspense and the new ones begining with a discovery... But somewhere deep down inside he felt that if he didn't do it today, he would never get the chance to again. She saw him coming towards him and suddenly she was alert. Her pretense of conversing with her friend sitting with her at the same table, just wouldn't work. He knew she had become aware of his intentions. So when he got to the table he held his hand to her and said "Shall we Dance?"

She gracefully took his hand and as the walked towards the dance floor she felt like she was being glided into another world where it would be just the two of them and no one else.
One ballad after the other, they danced. He held her as though she would disappear if he let go. She held on to him like her life depended on it.

With a coy smile on his face, he whispered sweet nothings in her ear, praising her dancing skills, complimenting the look she had choosen for this evening. And then he said those magical words, that made her evening, her day and her life worthwhile. He said he wanted to make this companionship something he can keep for a lifetime.

Today, as she watched that teenage gal dancing with a boy, she recalled that beautiful evening when she had her last dance with him... only wishing that it wasn't ...


- Inspired from "Nights in Rodanthe" by Nicholas Sparks