30DOT: Day 3

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THE DANCE šŸ’ (Friends)

She stands against the wall, pretending to examine something on her frilly, blue formal dress. The taffetta seemed like such a good choice at the time but now she wonders if she should have chosen something silkier, something more grown up. Every other girl around her is clad in sequins and lace fabrics that shimmer and glimmer with every move they make. Their makeup looks professional, their hair that of beauty queens in thick, round, bouncy curls. She runs her hand over her own hairdo, an elaborate bun that she had spent hours trying to perfect after watching dozens of videos on the internet.

The music is loud and upbeat. There’s bodies jumping, twisting, turning, pulsating along with the beat. Yet she leans one shoulder against the wall and pretends to stare at something on her high heel. She feels so out of place here, a stranger in her own environment. Dozens and dozens of faces surround her, none of whose names she knows. Not that she cares to know them. They are not like her and she is not like them. She has accepted this long ago and it no longers hurts her.

She wonders why she even came. She scoffs at her silly notions of the mysterious stranger who would magically appear and whisk her off her feet. But then the music changes and she feels a hand, small and gentle clasping her own. She looks up into bright blue eyes and feels her own tear up. Her heart fills with joy.

“May I have this dance?”

Her friend. Her best friend. She doesn’t care what the staring eyes will think of her dancing with another woman. She can hear the snickers, can almost see the evil, dirty thoughts in the closed minds of these children, but in this moment she doesn’t care.

Her friend, her sister, her heart. A woman who had seen her every last tear. A woman who had always tried her best to soothe her friend’s anxious heart, mind, and soul. Her soulmate.

In that moment, she felt complete. At peace. Whole.

In that moment she felt loved.

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