Yeah, the dance we had at the gym was a fun time. When I first met Tony, I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. I was a star struck. Hypnotized by his dashingness. His slick black hair, his brown suit and black pants. We walked slowly towards each other. Not letting go of our glances. We started dancing side by side. Still looking at each other. Back-to-back and a snap. We turned and faced each other in perfect sync. We went back and forth, and we both turned around again. Always facing each other. "Have we ever met before?" he had asked me. I just smiled and said, "I know we have." "I knew something was going to happen. Had to happen but I didn't expect this" he responded. "My hands are cold" I showed him my hands Then he had put his in mine and I said, "Yours too." I touched his face. I remembered he felt warm. He touched my face. "So beautiful" he responded gazing into my eyes. We couldn't believe that, that moment was real. It wasn't a joke. It was happening. Then we almost kissed. 

Remembering that night we met is painful because now he is gone and now, I feel like I have jump in this whole new life. I can't believe this is happening. After to navigate becoming a mom without the love of my life.