Dancing

She walked on the cobblestone streets, smiling as she twirled playfully. She tried to stop the memories, but they were too strong.

They’d met nearly a decade ago, him an charming American who wanted nothing but to finish his university studies at Oxford, and her an idealistic British girl who yearned for love. They’d bonded over their passion for food and photography, and became friends, which deepened into love.

She remembered how he’d proposed to her in an alley at the back of the pub, and how happy she’d felt when she said yes.

She remembered their lovely little wedding in Brighton, where they’d kissed on the beach, and how they laughed and ate, with no other care in the world. The years following were the best years she’d ever had.

They’d planned to settle down, get a job, raise a family. Buy a cottage in the countryside, or maybe even go to London.

But those dreams had never happened, since months later, he’d died in a tragic car accident.

Five years after he’d died, and she still grieved like it had just happened.

She sighed. She wished he were here with her, smiling as she twirled on the cobblestone streets, laughing. She wished he could dance along with her.

How she missed his dancing.