By Jen HQ
I turn toward the tap on my shoulder. My heart skips. It’s her!
I take her in my arms, and we dance. Every song is my favorite. Being near her is bliss. I’m dizzy. Happy. My world is right.
When she bows to leave, I beg her, “Don’t go!” I try clinging to her, but she slips through my fingers. Then, she’s gone.
I play all the same songs on repeat, but I can’t replicate the euphoric rhythm I feel when she’s near. I stare at the blank page. Wishing.
“Darling Muse, return to me soon. I can’t dance without you.”
I love this! You captured that euphoria in a marvelous way.
This story brought tears of nostalgia and warm memories to me of my first girlfriend when I was sixteen (I’m 78 now). Her name was Cindy Koskinen from Poughkeepsie, New York. I had my first dance ever with her. I only saw her briefly again when I got out of the Army, but I couldn’t connect with her again for many reasons. Thank you Shannon and Jen for this wonderful story and all of the memories you gave me with it.
Great story! I loved the last line.
I like “Every song is my favorite.” It’s a great shorthand for those times when things are just as we want them.
Why no question mark in the title?