Loving Somebody

For me, it's a lot like dancing.

Often, someone has to lead the dance. And when you do, you try your very best not to execute the wrong steps. You watch your partner twirling in your arms, glad to be dancing with you, and you feel satisfied that you're doing something right.

But as in all partner dances, there will be moments when synchrony is lost. The toughest part is when your partner then refuses to continue, even though the music's playing and the mood is not lost. You then realize that it seems as if your partner has lost interest in the dance for a long time already, and you're the last to know.

And when you retire to the sidelines temporarily to allow other couples to take to the dance floor, you find that even though the flesh is willing, your spirit's lost the rhythmn, the beat.

Whoever thought that dancing, such a simple, basic expression of humanity, could be so difficult, huh?