"I don't know why, but with you, I'd dance in a storm in my best dress, fearless." -- from "Fearless (Taylor's Version)"
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In the vast tapestry of life, where stories of fiction and non-fiction intertwine, there lies a singular, unyielding truth: humans are creatures of connection. Despite our varied convictions, the need to co-exist, to live, and to persist remains a constant.
We often speak of independence with pride, boasting of our resilience in the face of past hurts inflicted by others. Yet, in the quiet recesses of our hearts, we harbor a longing for connection. It's that invisible string that resonates with affection when we encounter our "lavender person"—the one who breathes life into our existence, the missing piece of our puzzle, the catalyst for our thriving.
'She is my favorite person.'
Like a sweet melody, his words echoed. They were only words, but they were so heavily coated, painting me yellow. It felt like magic, as the weight of self-doubt and insecurities melted away, allowing me to revel in joy unlike any I had experienced before. I felt like a new version of myself, not burdened.
"Whoa!!!! Dancing with our Hands tied!" The crowd roared as the name popped on the screen, and I couldn't help but smile.
It was a game we were playing. Once you lose, you get to choose what you want as a punishment. I lost a game, and I couldn't drink, so I chose to sing. We had to spin the screen to get the artist and the song. Who thought it would be Taylor Swift?
Shyness threatened to take hold, but I pushed it aside, determined to try—for myself and for him, especially since he had indulged a bit too much at my urging.
As I stepped onto the stage, the spotlight hit me, and all my nerves seemed to fade away. The music started, and I belted out the lyrics with a newfound confidence. The crowd cheered and clapped along, making me feel like a true performer.
My, my love had been frozen…
deep blue, but you painted me golden…
Oh, and you held me close…
Oh, how was I to know that?
The crowd cheered, and Gabriel was awed, which fueled the fire in me even more.
I could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets,
Picture of your face in an invisible locket,
You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it,
I had a bad feeling…
The music sounded like ours as our eyes met across the crowded room. In that moment, I knew we shared a connection that went beyond the lyrics and melodies.
But we were dancing… Dancing with our hands tied,
hands tied Yeah, we were dancing.
Like it was the first time, first time
Yeah, we were dancing.
And I had a bad feeling…
But we were dancing.
Suddenly, without warning, the lights extinguished, enveloping the room in an eerie darkness that sent a wave of anticipation through the crowd. Confusion reigned, not because of the sudden blackout, but because of the palpable shift in the room's energy. Giggles and hushed movements filled the space, hinting at another game afoot.
With vision stolen by the darkness, the new challenge was to find someone to kiss, I realized.
A pang of worry struck me—what if she, the she-devil, claimed his lips?
Panic settled as I peered through the smoke of blackness. My concern was short-lived, however, as I was swiftly pulled into the embrace of a familiar figure. His lips met mine in a kiss that banished all fears and doubts.
'I'd kiss you as the lights went out… swaying as the room burned down…
I'd hold you as the water rushes in, If I could dance with you again'…