"I met her just before the war, I asked her to dance at a club I used to go to every Friday night. I’d seen her there with her friends a few times before, but I was too scared to ask her to dance. I knew I’d marry her you know, you know how there’s some things you just know, she was so beautiful. When I plucked up the courage to go over and ask for a dance she refused, it nearly dropped me I can tell you. Every bloody week I would ask and she would refuse, this went on for a month before she finally agreed. I’d already walked away when she said yes, just thought it would be the same old story. When I turned back around she had a smile that made me nearly cry, I knew I would marry her, right there and then. God, I’d give up my life for just one more dance with her."
As he lay beside her for the very last time, he held her so very gently in his arms and told her it was OK to go. He promised her that he would be alright and that he would make sure to take care of himself. He told her that his love for her was immeasurable and would live on for eternity. He thanked her for making him whole and for sharing her life with him. And as he kissed his wife, his best friend and the love of his life, they danced one last time.
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