I was attending an old friend’s wedding, and, as luck would have it, the reception was held at a charming, candle-lit hall that felt like it was straight out of a dream. I was mingling with friends, laughing, and catching up when I saw her—Sarah.
We hadn’t seen each other since college, and the years had only deepened the ease and warmth in her eyes. She noticed me, too, and a smile spread across her face, just as natural and inviting as I remembered.
“Long time no see,” I said, meeting her gaze as I approached.
She chuckled, “I know! Seems like just yesterday we were all studying all-nighters together, doesn’t it?”
We spent the evening reminiscing, sharing laughter over old memories, and gradually easing into the present. I could feel the warmth growing between us, our conversation flowing as naturally as it had years ago. The music played softly, and before I knew it, we were standing by the dance floor, swept up in the moment.
“Shall we?” I asked, holding out my hand.
She looked a little surprised but took my hand with a smile, and we stepped onto the dance floor. As we danced, the world seemed to fade around us, the only thing that mattered was the way she felt close to me. I could feel my heart racing as I held her, savoring every moment, every shared smile, every whispered word.
When the dance ended, we found ourselves drawn into a deeper conversation, as if all the years that had passed were nothing. She looked up at me, a gentle expression in her eyes that made me want to freeze this moment forever.
After the night wound down, we found ourselves walking along the city streets, talking about our dreams, our lives, and everything in between. The city lights cast a warm glow as she took my hand, her touch sending a spark through me.
“I never thought we’d meet like this again,” she said, her voice soft.
I looked at her and replied, “I’m glad we did.”
That night, we shared an unspoken promise that this reunion was the beginning of something new—something neither of us wanted to end.
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