It seems to me that dancing has lost all the magic it possessed. It used to be romantic, to be whimsical, to be unreal. Nowadays, it's just another mere and casual thing we do with people with don't really know nor care to.
Even so, slow dancing is still alive somewhere. We find it in the memories of grown couples, of the elderly, of those who grew up with that romantic aura around relationships.
There are remnants of it in old movies and books, in those individuals who seem to prefer a deeper, more private and sincere love.
When I was smaller, I yearned for that type of romantic love. And it is not that it is no longer around, it is just that it has changed.
But, I wouldn't change what we have for that. Because our love, just as it is, is perfect.
With those unexpected, small tokens of affection that brighten my day.
With those conversations in which we say nothing but understand everything.
With those gestures that convey emotions which words can't.
All those looks, those hugs, those kisses.
With that distance that shortens a bit every day, bringing us even closer together.
With all those smiles we direct at each other and the voice that pronounce each other's name.
Just as it is, our love is romantic.
And just as we are, it is everything for me.
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