Someone out there in the world dances with a ghost, setting aside sorrows and pains of the past to rejoice in the memories of their love.
One day, far in the future, I hope that person is me. I hope that I will dance around the kitchen looking back on fond memories I had shared with my someone. I will know then that I was loved.
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