Here

Empty ballrooms, dimmed lights, and him, are the first things I see. Everything is tinted with a gentle yellow glow. Although, I think his quiet smile is more illuminating. He steps closer to me, bowing as though we are still in a formal event.

Clumsy steps, constant it's okay, and I am dancing with him. I let myself be sucked in the way our body moves, the way I am being led. It seems as though I am moving towards something that simply is not meant to be touched. It's okay, for the journey is endless and exhilarating and I would venture forever.

Soft whispers, urging tugs, and I'm outside with him. The night is absolutely beautiful. There is purple and blue and him and the hills that look pitch black compared to the sky. He dances more freely here, not even asking me to join him verbally. I just know he wants the feeling of two free souls, instead of one.

Loud laughs, powerful hugs, and I'm soaring through the twinkling stars. We are tired from dancing, from a night filled with ice cold smiles and meaningless trifles. We see the sky that has been glowing oh so brightly for us. He shows me all of the constellations, and I can see his head churning to look for more.

Intense glances, cool wind, and somehow he is here. And he is oh so close. And our lips touch, and our cheeks brush. And I'm being embraced with his confidence. I seek him.

The gentle breeze is our blanket in a night overflowing with sensation. The sun is rising as our escapade is setting. There is no longer the luminosity of laughter and free movement. The moment is over.

But how grateful I am that it ever occured.