The Stages of Heartbreak and Grief of Who I Once Was

forty seven: the dance

i knew i loved you that day.
from the way you looked in a suit to the way you held me close to you during each slow dance.
you showed me off like i was something special.
i was not.
if anything you were the special one.
with the way your eyes stood out with your green tie.
or the way your dark brown hair perfectly complimented your black suit from men's wearhouse.
there was nothing more captivating than each smile you gave me that night.
we danced like no one was watching, yet everyone was.
as we prepared to leave for the night
the song came on
speechless by dan and shay
as i stared into your eyes it was abundantly clear what i felt.
i watched as you loudly sang the lyrics as you looked at me.
there was no feeling other than peace.
i knew then, in less than a month, that i loved you.
i loved the way your eyes lit up at the sight of even small things.
i loved the way you talked about your siblings.
and the way your hand felt soft against my face when you held it.
i loved how your arms were twice the length of mine.
and my thighs twice the size of yours.
i loved your obnoxiously loud voice when you spoke.
i craved your touch and the sound of your voice in my ear.