They stand in the middle of the room.
Holding each other's hands.
Feeling each other's warmth, not filling the room, but filling their hearts and body.
A warmth that brings together day and night; that brings together the ends of the earth, a warmth that binds two souls into one.
But all of a sudden, the music stopped. They were both in a dilemma how to continue the dance, doubted if they would even continue or not. They struggled. They tripped and stepped on each other's foot. It became the clumsiest dance. In fact, it didn't look like a dance anymore but a routine of struggle. A routine wherein participants struggle to keep up and show the world that each remains standing.
They stopped. It was pointless. But the the silence brought them something unimaginable. They started to hear something. A rythmn? A melody? A music? A song? No! They weren't hearing any of those for they knew that it has stopped.
But what they heard was something beyond reason, beyond the boundaries of what they knew, what everyone knew.
But what the heck, they thought. They started dancing again to the sound that they hear, only they can hear.
The steps then became perfect again. Every stride became like a river flowing in its righful current. Bringing everything where it should be, rightfully.
The sound became stronger as they held each other close, closer.
It was later then they realized that what they have been hearing all this time were they hearts beating. Their hearts were giving them everything they needed to continue the dance. The dance we call life.
The beat of the music doesn't determine the steps and strides they took but rather the beat of their hearts, for what they feel inside, together, is what makes the dance perfect and not the music.
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