I saw a girl that reminded me of you. She was walking down the street. Tall with long blonde hair, but yours is shinier. Her eyes were green while yours are blue. I always get lost in your eyes. The way that they reflect all your emotions, the excitement, sadness, confusion, and what I love the most is your innocence. Isn't it funny that she's a dancer too; she walked inside the dance studio you used to go to when we were kids.

I love to watch you dance. You would get so lost in the music that you'd be oblivious to your surroundings. Sometimes I'd sit in the corner and watch you get lost in your own world. The soft sway of your hips, through your half-lidded eyes I could tell that you not really there. I didn't notice that you slowed down your movements until I saw you smiling at me. I guess I get caught up in your world too. One day you asked me if I could be your dance partner in a tango. How could I say no?

We would dance together afterschool every day. Gracefully swaying with the music, hands interlocked and looking into each other's eyes, what we didn't know is that while you were teaching me how to dance you were also teaching me how to love.

One thing lead to another, it was a wonderful feeling. Young love. But I always thought our love was more than that even though we didn't say those words to each other, we could feel it. Eventually, your mom found out. She didn't approve and we were forced to be apart. And after many years my body isn't as fluid as it was when I was dancing with you. I'll admit that I regret not saying those 3 simple words to you.

I decided to come back. I was surprised when your mom was glad to see me. We were sitting in the living room when she told me that she shouldn't have forced us apart. I could tell that she was sorry. I asked her about you. She said that you had a son, I was in awe when I saw him because he had the looks and the carefree nature of his mom, but you didn't have a husband. He left when he found out you were pregnant. Your mom said you were working in at a diner. You would work from lunch till late at night.

But one night you were ran over in a dark street on the way home.

I felt a tug at my shirt and turned around to see Jake. "Are you ready?" I asked. He nodded his head. I stood up and picked up the little boy. "Time to say goodbye to mommy." I told him.

"Bye mommy, I miss you." He hugged me tighter.

"Anything else?" I looked at him.

"I love you. Mama loves too, right?" He said looking back at me

I looked back down at your tombstone and nodded my head. "Yep, I love you, both of you." I started to walk back to the car. I felt like my dreams just faded away but new ones have formed too. I guess the only place where I get to dance with you again would be in my dreams.

What I know now is that you taught me how to dance and also taught me how to love.