As the music comes to a close, I open my eyes and look around. I see my friends and family all around me, cheering and applauding. They are proud of me, proud of the dancer that I have become, and proud of the person that I am.
I smile at them, feeling grateful and blessed to have them in my life. They are my support system, my cheerleaders, and my dance partners. They have been there for me through the good times and the bad, and they will continue to be there for me, no matter what.
I realize that life is a dance, a dance that we all must learn to do. And even though the steps may be hard, the rhythm may be fast, and the music may change, we must keep dancing. We must keep moving, keep living, and keep loving.
And even though she doesn't dance anymore, I know that I will always remember her. I will remember the girl who used to dance, the girl who used to live in my mind and play in my heart. And I will remember the lessons that she taught me, the memories that we shared, and the love that we had.
But I will also remember that life goes on, that the dance never ends, and that there are always new chapters to be written. So I take one last look at the dance floor, feeling grateful and blessed for the dance that I have just danced. And I know that I am ready for whatever comes next, ready to keep dancing, keep living, and keep loving.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
She don't dance no more
Ficción GeneralThe story is about a person who remembers a girl who used to dance like electricity, captivating everyone around her with her wild spirit and effortless moves. The protagonist misses her dancing and the way she used to take him/her away from everyth...
