The first dance

Months went by, but it felt like years.

Some days were fine, but on other days, it felt like she was carving her own heart with a blunt knife.

Sometimes, she thought of herself as she punching a wall

a wall that never felt a thing,

but her hand hurt just like her heart did.

And that wall was him.

She remembered everything

every word they exchanged,

every place they met,

every moment they fell in love.

It all played in front of her eyes like an old film she couldn’t pause.

She sat in a corner, quietly asking herself where it all went wrong.

How did they fall apart?

Everything had seemed fine at first...

or was she just too blind to notice the red flags he had waved?

It was he who confessed first.

He who committed.

She wasn’t ready then, but his warmth had slowly captured her heart and soul.

He gave her the sense of security she craved,

and she believed he was ready to offer it fully.

They met at the wedding of a mutual friend.

She was the kind of beauty that turned heads

people whispered “you’re beautiful” as she passed.

Her laugh was known, almost famous,

and anyone who had heard it would say,

“Your laugh is beautiful

it lights up everything.”

She wore a blue sari that day, with matching bangles and long earrings.

Everything about her was radiant.

Quiet, but always smiling with the ones she knew.

That’s when she saw him.

He was dressed in a black suit with a blue tie

tall, tan, and striking.

They kept exchanging glances from across the room,

never saying a word,

never getting close.

Hours passed that way.

Then the music began,

people filled the dance floor,

and even in the crowd, their eyes kept finding each other.

Neither of them had the courage to close the distance

until the groom’s sister came over, smiling,

and said, “You both are wearing matching colors. You should dance!”

She just giggled, a little shy.

He asked, “Should we?”

She replied, “Why not?”

And so, they danced.

They danced for hours

until past midnight.

When it was time to leave,

she wondered, Will I ever see him again?

Does he feel the same way I do?

Just before parting, he asked for her number.

She teased, “Don’t you use social media?”

He shook his head and smiled.

“Nah, I don’t like wasting time there.”

She liked his answer.

So she gave him her number.

They didn’t talk much that night

just danced.

But as she left, he stood still,

watching her walk away.

She could feel his gaze on her back.

At the gate, she turned

he was still watching.

She waved.

He waved back.

It felt so cinematic,

like something out of a dream.

She couldn't sleep that night.

Not until dawn.

And the first thing she did when she woke up

was check her phone.

Even during the car ride home,

she had stared at the screen,

half-hoping, half-praying for a message or call.

But there was nothing.

Not even a single text from him.

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