Her hands were on my shoulders, mine on her waist. We were dancing under the pale moonlight. Her smile sparkled in the deep dark night full of fireflies. The crickets accompanied us through their melodies and harmonies. We waltzed around thinking of nothing but her and me. The night grew colder and deeper. We never stopped. The clouds took us away to the sky. She dazzled more. She was very beautiful. I could kiss her that moment already, but I still couldn’t. Her hands and my hands clasped together. The songs of the insects were still lovely and urged us to the dance more. As she twirled, her purple gown twirled also. She was perfect. It was now or never, I thought. My lips were ready to approach hers. She smiled as she moved closer to me. Then and there, her lips met mine for the first time. I closed my eyes in love. But when I opened my eyes, she's gone. She was just a pigment of my imagination. How could she be just a pigment of my imagination? She’s so perfect! She’s so beautiful! Wait, who is she? I can’t remember her face, her smile, her touch, for she’s just nothing but fantasy. But, when will the time come when we will dance in this place called reality?
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