Neither of us could tell when one song ended and the other started, for they blended together into one endless tune. To us, the songs didn’t have an end and neither did our dance. It was like the shades or the sunset that we danced in, the backdrop of the song. Pinks, purples, reds, and oranges, all mixed together to represent the guitar, piano, passion, love, hope, and fear in our song. We were creating our own melody, our own song. We were singing it, dancing it, and living it, and it lasted for an hourAnd then it ended.No, it didn’t end. It just moved on to a different part, like the sunset. The sky was still there, just in a different part of its song. First it would darken, to the navy colors of midnight, the full moon a bright hold in the sky, as the stars glittered around it. Next, the sun would rise again, slowly reclaim its place as the ruler of the sky, as the darkness turned to light. Then, the sun would shine for the rest of the day, against a blue the color of Jonathan’s eyes. Finally, the sun would tire, and begin to sink again, and the night shift would begin. Our song would continue on a different night. The sunset was our chorus, the repeating melody that held our song together. Everything else was extra verses, little things that added to chorus and made it stronger and fuller.Sometimes, the chorus would change, but it would always be there, because it was the highpoint of the song, the ****** of our story.The universe was the verses.The chorus was us.Together, dancing, free.