He is dancing.

I love to watch him dance.

I love to dance with him more.

I wish I was dancing with him.

But I am not.

I cannot see her face, but I know she is beautiful. Her hair is long and black, and her body is long and graceful, unlike my small, awkward one.

He smiles at her, a secret joke passing between their eyes. He whispers something and then spins her around and around.

I shut my eyes and try to imagine that I am her, the lovely girl. I almost believe myself for a moment, too.

"Will you marry me?"

I open my eyes and see him on one knee, a small velvet box in his calloused fingers. I imagine the ring to be elegant, yet simple. A diamond that is icy blue, his favourite colour, is in the black cushions. That is what I see in my mind, at least.

A curtain of black hair still covers the girl's face, but I can see her nod quickly. She stretches out her long, slender fingers.

He fumbles with the ring. He is clumsy, but I am too. She is not, though, and the girl guides the ring onto her finger.

I look away. I feel as though I am an intruder, a thief stealing a moment that is not mine. I look at my own hand, and put it in front of me as though there is a ring on it, too. My imagination cannot conjure a fantastical ring and I am left looking at my bare finger.

I miss him.

I really do.

Okay it's been absolutely forever since I've written on here. This is sort of an epilogue sort of thing, but the rest of the story is coming! Please review and tell me what you think. Thanks :)