Every time I say good-bye to someone I’ve just met (and will probably never get to see them again) a little piece of me disappears.
Tears stream inside and my mind races as I restrain myself from reaching out for one last hug as I gaze at a wonderful person walking away in the night.
I didn’t even really get to know or talk to the person that much, but I could tell that he was a beautiful soul.
Maybe it’s the dancing…our styles were quite similar and maybe that’s why we clicked so well.
Whatever it was, it’s done now.
We had a lot of fun laughing while dancing and there was never a time where we didn’t have multiple dances in a row.
Cherish those memories.
Recall the genuine smile.
Remember the calming voice.
I’m glad you found dancing two nights in a row and I’m undoubtedly happy that you asked me to dance.
Have a safe flight home to Europe.
Ugh, I get attached so easily.
I had just gotten used to seeing his face in my favorite places for swing dancing.
Oh, I hate saying good-bye.
Currently listening to “Bittersweet Symphony” by The Verve.