There under the lime light, he was staring at her thinking, "Damn. She's so beautiful." One hand on her waist, the other holding her hand, he was mesmerized.
Her skirt flows as she moves, eyes looking at him and only him thinking, "He's the one." Hands on his arms, she swayed with him to the rhythm of the music.
Happiness etched on their faces, they danced like nobody was watching. Everyone looked on as they danced, and everyone knew.
They were meant for each other.
Wild, young and free.
I'm no longer me.
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