One Last Dance?

I watched it happen... the days you started ignoring me, the weekends we shared becoming weekends I spent alone, waiting.

Perhaps you've found a new home, a place you love more. If so, please know I'm truly sorry for not being able to give you what you needed most.

I won't stop you; I understand your needs. I can let you go, because my love for you allows it.

But before you walk away, I have one request...

Can we have one last dance?

The one we shared on so many weekends, back when we were us...

The dance where I felt:

Your embrace from behind.

Your hand holding mine, fingers intertwined, a grip that promised forever.

You spin me around, doing silly things.

Your warm, soft lips on mine.

Your smile, after I'd blush from your gaze.

Your arms around me, making me feel utterly safe.

I know I couldn't be your better half, but don't I deserve that one last dance?

One last time to hold you close.

It won't help me move on, no, but it might help me heal and keep the memories we cherished alive.

So, please, one last dance?