When Last We Danced

by SoldierNurse22, BSN, RN, EMT-B | 3,580 Views | 10 Comments

I was home again. The chilly winds of my native northern state were surprisingly brisk compared to the warmer weather of my Maryland/DC station. I was watching the wedding that was happening before us, but on occasion and even more closely, I was watching you.

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    When Last We Danced

    She had said we'd be perfect together. They had all said that, but she was adamant. "She" was Alexis, my best friend and closest comrade from nursing school. She asked me in January if I'd be her bridesmaid, and on the same breath, she exclaimed, "And you HAVE to meet his twin brother! I think you two will be perfect together."

    Don't get me wrong. I love Alexis. We were thick as thieves in school and lived closely intertwined lives for over two years. But her fiancÚ's fraternal twin? Oh, my.

    But I complied, half-complaining to my mother on Skype about the situation. "I hate being the last single girl among my friends" and "Everyone says they know the perfect person for me, but they're always wrong. I just want to enjoy this wedding without having to think about a date!"

    The other thing complicating the matter was that the wedding fell on a big event back in Maryland, one that I would have liked to have been present for with the friends I had made in my new home. But I had already agreed to the wedding, and even had I been asked late by Alexis to stand up with her, I would have cancelled my plans and flown home, so there I was.

    And there he was. Quiet, dark-haired, handsome. Confident beneath the introverted exterior, but slow to approach. When he did, we walked the city at night, talking and getting to know each other as strangers do. We parted ways for the night, both of us anxious to sleep before the big day.

    Alexis was a gorgeous bride. She carried herself with grace and composure, even when her anxiety began to kick. Her sister, the maid of honor, was about to lose her head, which made Alexis even more nervous, but just as I had in nursing school, I stepped in to do whatever was necessary and alleviate the real cause of the anxiety. She smiled at me with knowing eyes--who says you can't go home again?

    The ceremony was not fancy, but it was elegant and spiritual in its own right. It was then that I saw him again as I walked down the aisle ahead of Alexis. I dared not look him in the eye, but it occurred to me: "This may not be the last time you walk down the aisle to him".

    After the ceremony, we headed to a nearby city for the reception and for photos. Golf carts were the mode of transportation, so we took up a cart--only to find it was the slowest of the bunch. He offered me his jacket and I, unable to turn off my sarcasm, declined, denying that I was as cold as I looked. Minutes later, I recanted. "I'll take that jacket now." A wry smile let me know he was on to my tricks.

    We moved on to the reception, separated at the head table but still close by. After dinner and speeches and cutting the cake, the dancing began. A few dances passed and he found me. Would I like to dance? Yes, I would.

    We danced cautiously, watching each other's every move. It was clear that both of us were trying to get a read on the other one, watching from inches away with the trained eyes of an introvert. We laughed awkwardly, danced quietly, and soon, we were talking on the floor over the music.

    An escape from the heat of the dance floor to the chilly night air outside lent us time for our first kiss. Returning inside, we danced again, slowly warming to each other as the night flew by.

    *****
    I arrived at his house, temporarily escaping my duty station for a weekend wedding. The news was everything we hadn't hoped for: our own wedding was to be delayed, thanks to some issues with the Army.

    Red wine, a homemade meal and red roses awaited. He had gone all-out. We sat at the coffee table while the meal finished cooking, playing cards. The usual banter began and our complementing quick wits merged once again. We ate dinner, took a walk, talked and laughed long into the night.

    Today, we will go to a wedding, and at the reception, we will dance.

    It has been nine months. When last we danced, we were strangers, curious about the unknown person before us, wondering where tomorrow might lead were we to chase it down.

    Today, he is my closest friend, my fiancÚ, the one who makes me laugh.

    When last we danced, the future was all but known, the two of us trying to determine whether or not to embark on a long-distance relationship, wondering if two strangers could really come together across the miles.

    Today, I wait impatiently to marry him, to live in the same state, the same city, the same house. Together, we fight the odds, the forces that pull us apart, and defy the miles to bring about what will someday be: the two of us--just the two of us--with nothing else between us.

    When last we danced, we were shy, watching, too curious to really be ourselves.

    Today, he knows what I'll say often before I say it. A glance between us communicates what we cannot say verbally in a social moment that will surely be discussed to death at a later time. I know the person he really is when the world's prying eyes aren't watching; he knows the deep, quiet things I long for, the things I miss, the things I cannot talk about. I know his intelligence and humor and opinions, and he knows mine.

    When last we danced, I had wondered; now I know. And I am so glad that we both took that chance...when last we danced.
    Last edit by tnbutterfly on Jun 22, '13
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    How romantic! Is this a true story???????
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    Thank you for sharing your story of love against the odds, SoldierNurse. This one sounds as if it is meant to be. I hope you find a lifetime of bliss together!
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    AWWWWWW.......this brought tears to my eyes, as well-written and joyful as it is. I've been married for over three decades, and still feel the same way about my husband. I pray your marriage will be blessed with every happiness!
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    . . .awwww ya made me cry! (in a good way) All the best❤.
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    It is indeed a true story. This is how I met my fiancÚ. Last night, we went to the wedding of some of his friends and danced again for the first time since we met.

    I hadn't told him anything about this little piece I had written in the morning while I waited for him to wake up. But at the wedding as we danced, he looked down at me and commented, "This is so different from the last time we did this, don't you think?" And for another few minutes, we discussed everything above and how far we had come in 9 months' time.

    Comments are greatly appreciated! Thank you for your encouragement. We'll be together someday; it'll just take some patience!
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    What a beautiful story! I wish you much happiness.
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    Yes made me cry too - wasn't sure if it was going to end up a sad story or a good one - glad it was the latter!
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    I recently just married my best friend. He is in the Navy and we were long distance our whole relationship before we could get married. I know how much it weighs on you, just wanting to be with the one you love. Stay strong and remember how long a lifetime together is compared to this time of waiting
    Also know how strong your relationship is becoming through these trials!

    Good luck to you both, your story was beautiful
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    Quote from SoldierNurse22
    It is indeed a true story. This is how I met my fiancÚ. Last night, we went to the wedding of some of his friends and danced again for the first time since we met.

    I hadn't told him anything about this little piece I had written in the morning while I waited for him to wake up. But at the wedding as we danced, he looked down at me and commented, "This is so different from the last time we did this, don't you think?" And for another few minutes, we discussed everything above and how far we had come in 9 months' time.

    Comments are greatly appreciated! Thank you for your encouragement. We'll be together someday; it'll just take some patience!
    ​What a lovely, well-written article! All the best for your future.
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