Thread:Skyfire111/@comment-39024013-20190614035845/@comment-31987187-20190615043452

I’ll post them seperate for you so the post doesn’t get crowded

They met in a dream, almost. A ball full of brightly clothed people smiling and laughing in fake tones. Mostly fake at least. There were two people in that room who were not fake. They were not lying when she said that she loved him, he was not lying when he replied. The woman in the blue dress was not laughing to impress, the one she was dancing with was not dancing for the looks of others. Not that you could tell looking at them. To an observer they were not different than anybody else in that room. Glances can’t tell you about love. But how could they tell?

Love is hard to define, whispered words between partners and laughter shared with a friend hard to capture in a sentence. So don’t tell them that because they share a room and the music with a couple of social climbers they are not real. They are and they will show you one day.

And they are not friends, let me tell you that. Friends don’t dance so closely, eyes only on each other instead of casting flirtatious glances to others. There is something more than friendship in the way one of them tucks her hair behind her hair. Because friends do not hold their heads so close together, do not say such thing or hold hands like that. Look closer and see past friendship and false images and see love.

There seems nothing more perfect than this pair right? A man and a woman dancing together in a romantic room, standing out against more inferior people.

The thing is that they are not a man and a woman.

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