After the DanceA Story by Greg AgeeA short story of romance come and gone, yet unforgotten.
Sentimental people believe their love will last forever. Romantics despair in knowing that, odds are, it won't. This is the story of an hour in a day after the dance is over.
We had never really discussed it. Unexpectedly, it seemed we had somehow grown apart. Some days later we met to exchange a few personal items. I looked into her eyes and we both knew it was over. Still able to see the love we held for one another. I smiled. She said " That's just like you to smile, knowing we've just broken up " I replied, " Darlin' you've reassured me today that if I wasn't to smile today. I'd have good reason. However, I was smiling yesterday. I've smiled today and I can assure you I'll smile tomorrow. Life's simply too short to deprive oneself of that small privilege. The alternative being tears " She turned and walked away. My vision became blurred and at that very moment. I heard my heart break. It was like a thin snap. Like a stem breaking on a rose. It took my breath away. Or maybe it was just the ice in my whiskey glass. One fact I'm very sure of is that I will love that woman until my last breath. I can only hope its a cold day when I take it so she will see how much I loved her. I can leave her then, in peace, with a sense of harmony in her heart. My dying breath I fear is the only truth that she will know. My final gift before I go.... © 2016 Greg AgeeFeatured Review
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