We danced. Like the way the ocean kisses the shore you left me wanting more of you. We danced to hip hop and rap and pretended to know the words even though they were to fast for our mouths to truly form the words we would end up tripping over but never on ourselves. We danced to jazz. Old country blues when we felt like the world was beating down on us by the constant reminder that ourselvesy as a person wasn't good enough to make it big in the world, that our bodies were too big , or muscular or tall or fat or the wrong color. I grabbed your hand and told you you were the perfect shade of love to me, of human to me. We once tried dancing to folk music, but I stopped us two steps in. But it didn't matter what genre we picked because in the end we always made up our own. A combination of wine intoxicated bodies moving to soul, salsa, and opera mixed with the longing to feel another ones warmth inspired us to keep on going in this life. We danced till we ran out of breath and turned blue, and until all the twisting and turning and arching from our bodies hurt like the way we would make love.....I don't dance much these days. I actually don't even get up most of the time at parties. Besides the fact that it's hard to dance in a room full of people feeling alone , I'm missing my dance partner. I miss you.