i tentatively stepped onto the dancefloor…it’s been years. i made my first few sways to the beat…self conscious. i made a few more…it felt fluid. and then my body got light…i was free. the dj flawlessly stitched together beats. three of us locked eyes and huddled together on a crowded dancefloor, yelling. three souls roaring– it was primal and perfect and then we floated away. i was sweaty, exhausted, out of breath. i closed my eyes and let it go. i felt the music. i felt it like a heartbeat through a lover’s chest.
later as i danced alone she grabbed my shoulders and looked at me pointedly, sincere and burdened. i leaned in and she spoke, “you’re a beautiful person and you deserve to be happy” then she hugged me tightly, this person with whom i share an uncomfortable history. in the middle of the dancefloor we made our amends. then we danced away from the moment to live another one, to string those moments together to form one perfect, healing night.
i didn’t know how much i needed this but i did. i desperately did. i drove home as the sun came up smiling and completely spent.