I don't want to hide. I want to slow dance with you again. I want to dance with you forever.

I really don't even know you, and yet, in my life, you are forever entangled; to my history, inextricably bound.

Like maybe it's forever, maybe it's not

Then he commandeered the floor, shooting back and forth like some hot Latin lover. When he finished, everyone applauded. He could have stayed in that moment forever.

But sometimes I longed for that sense of someone pulling me close, feeling another heartbeat against mine.

Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there.