“They’d come down here and dance by the lake. They didn’t even bring music. No CD player, no radio. They’d just dance.[…] Like they were hearing the same song or something. I just don’t understand how the same thing can be played in both of their heads like that. If it isn’t love between them, how did the same thing get there?” London Is the Best City in America, Laura Dave
You know those moments, those tiny fractions of seconds when the smallest things can make us feel like the happiest and most fortunate persons alive? You know that feeling, right? That top-of-the world, you’re bursting out with happiness kind of feeling.
For me it’s when I dance with him. Not in public, not anywhere fancy, but at home.
We’ll be cleaning around the house, mopping the floor or smth like that, when out of the blue I’ll be taking his arms and waltz around. He’ll be playing the game, he knows our little routine. I’ll be doing a pirouette, he’ll be leaning me back elegantly striking a pose then we’ll just start laughing of our goofiness.
Pure, complete happiness. Simple as that.
This song makes me wanna slow dance with you. On and on.