Its’ you and me, in this dance, age old. So familiar, so different – only this time my heart isn’t involved and I’m able to play this game with the detachment of a spectator, smiling when my cues are up as I dance this elaborate dance with you.
You know this time I won’t get involved.
You will court and I will allow the courting, up to a stage when I feel that the courtship has turned into something unsustainable, a compilation of clichés and hollow words that cease to mean anything past a certain level of comfort.
The dance will falter and we will valiantly pick up the rhythm once again, only to realize that perhaps, neither one of us was a very good dancer after all.
And like how all dances start, this dance too, will end.
It's not how good you danced, it's that one moment, fleeting as it was, when everything felt possible. That's the reason most of us keep dancing, really.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written, as always. :)
I love the dance - sometimes you just want to dance forever.
ReplyDeleteI love the dance - sometimes you just want to dance forever.
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