"I was completely involved in everything he pulled me into. It was all so perfect, almost unreal. I didn't hesitate for a single moment. He would see me as nobody had before. Told me I was the most beautiful woman he had ever met, that nobody was like me. He grabbed my hand, pulled me confidently to the dance floor, and gently led me into his effortless but flawless rhythm. Surrendering my body to his, I felt like I was floating. It was so beautiful, he was so beautiful. I was head over heels, convinced he and I were meant to be explored.
Then everything stopped, all very sudden. I was left with nothing but unanswered questions. For months, even when he stopped contacting me, I still had hope. Hope for an opportunity to see him, to find closure. From time to time I could forget about him, let it go for a while. But I was still in love.
I wasn't the only one. It was devastating, knowing that she could grab his hand and dance with him like he once did with me. Something inside me just didn't want to believe it. A few months passed by before I saw him again, at a summer party. My hopes revived. For just one night we danced together, and I fell in love all over again. But the morning after, I walked home knowing that everything would fall back to the same, motionless pattern. I kept thinking we would come back to one another, that this was just for now. But it wasn't. It was so painful, it slowly broke my heart. Everything that I had put my whole heart into seemed trivial now. Like nothing ever happened. In the end, what hurts the most is the pain and bitterness we left between us. But I know now, and I am no longer hoping. What once was."