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I Danced With You

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I miss you.
I miss your smile.
I miss your jokes, your laughter, your love.
It's selfish, but I want it back.
I want it all back.
I dreamed about you last night.
I dreamed I had one last day.
Just one.
I made sure the day started early.
I wanted to spend every second with you.
We ate English muffins and strawberry jam.
Your favorite.
We talked a lot.
We talked about everything and nothing.
We talked about the past and the future.
Sometimes we just sat in silence.
Those moments were my favorite.
I could just look at you for hours.
After that, we did lots more.
We did everything we used to.
I savored every moment.
Finally, the sun set.
I knew our day was coming to an end,
But I couldn't bear to think about it.
We laid in the grass in our special spot.
Remember that place?
You could see the stars perfectly.
I laid with you in that short, everlasting moment.
And do you know what I did next?
Do you?
I danced with you.
I danced with you around and around.
We danced to that song we know so well.
For a moment, we were one.
My feet didn't seem to touch the earth.
With you, I could fly.
I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
I knew I was.
I wish we could have had more time.
I miss you.
I still cry for you, when I'm alone.
I'll never forget that dance though.
It'l always be there in the confines of my imagination.
We'll always dance together,
Even if it's only in my dreams.
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FireFur's avatar
*gasp!* I for a moment thoguht it was Dracawyn. It makes me think so much about Jack. ^^
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Queen---of---Spades|Hobbyist Photographer
Oh, that's so flattering! Thanks!!
You know, it does! That's totally not what I meant to do, but it's so cool!! Nifty.
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Wow... brings tears to my eyes, not an easy thing to do mind you. Reminds me of some stuff from the past, surprising how real dreams can be isnt it?
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Thanks. Yeah, it's kinda crazy like that sometimes.
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Dracawyn|Professional Writer
Isn't it fun when that happens? Your not really thinking about anything and then all of a sudden a poem pops out? I love it.

Jack: What's an English muffin? How does it differ from a regular muffin?

Me: I'll... consider making some for you.

Jack: *happy*
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Queen---of---Spades|Hobbyist Photographer
Yeah, I quite enjoy it. That happened with a song of mine too. I was just sitting in Photo........being very busy of course, and all of a sudden, it just came! And I wrote it down, and it was cool, and I even had a melody! Crazy.

And Jack, English muffins are amazing!

Mary!!!!!!!!!! I soooo didn't know you knew how to make those! You are my hero. I love you.

:glomp:
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Dracawyn|Professional Writer
:hug: Yeah my mom is the best cook in the world, her specialty being breads so... yes. I have multiple recipes. Would you like one?

And DOOD! I wanna here your song!
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Queen---of---Spades|Hobbyist Photographer
Oh snap!! I may just have to! I love English muffins, but my mom went on this crazy "Carbs are horrid little devils!" craze, and so now she won't buy them for me! It's blasphemy!

Ha ha, sure thing!
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