He danced with her shadow, the one he kept inside. Their favorite song playing in his mind as he held her close, her perfume filling him with memories of days long past and a love that could never end.
They were so young when they met at a USO dance before he shipped out. He spotted her right away, laughing with other girls. Then, her eyes fell on him, and she smiled a smile that burned into his heart and would stay there for decades to come. He asked her for a dance, a boy in a man's uniform who had never danced before, except for the time his mom showed him a few steps to get him through his senior prom just eight months ago.
She smiled and followed him to the dance floor, where he gently held her in his arms until the music stopped, neither wanting to let go. She started to walk back to her friends but turned and reached for his hand. I love this song she said and wrapped her arms around him for one of many dances that glorious night in 1945.
Now, a weathered old man alone without her asks her shadow for one last dance, humming the song they called theirs as his stocking feet tried not to step on her toes. He hears her voice so clearly and smells her perfume, remembering a young boy in a man's uniform who fell in love on a dance floor all those years ago. Now he dances with her shadow, the one he keeps inside. Their favorite song playing in his mind as he holds her close, her perfume filling him with memories of days long past and a love that could never end.
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