He was finally here at Christmas' Eve 2008. And it was all coming back again. Only one class made more than a bliss of what dancing meant to be in this whole wild world.
It was like a atmost pleasure that rushed to me unstoppably, one after the other, and each time was more than what was before felt ultimate. The movements were all so smooth and charming and you would feel you were the most beautiful dancer on the floor.
I could never image how "euphorhia" was like if I had not met him. Every time, amazingly, when I felt I needed some "real" dances in my life, he appeared. And my world spinned.
After all he was gone, there were so many times that I felt I could dance right having the same level of adrenaline. But there was nothing ever compared, when he was at the front dancing.
Absorbed.
Dispersed.
Tensed.
Exploded.
He brought only joy and left with sorrow and emptiness.
Counting days again .... to his return.
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