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It was one of those mute nights when you do not realize the silence until it is broken. The sound of her filled the darkness. Her song was high and free.

I turned my head toward the noise and saw him finish twirling her under the low lights of the almost deserted parking lot.

As he pulled her further into the night, I walked where they had danced. I expected a supernatural warmth or a skipped heart beat. I felt nothing. I left disappointed and on the outside again.

Now, in love for the first time, I no longer feel the bitter loss of that moment. Instead, I remember her yelping, swirling silhouette twitching on the backs of my closed eye lids.

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