I remember the night I met my beautiful Lily. We danced to four wonderful waltzes, and then my life was forever changed. 

My buddies and I had gone to the dance specifically to meet girls. Fast dancing, fast times and then up to Gravity Point for some wild make out sessions. I never thought I would meet the girl of my dreams.

I saw her across the room, sitting by herself like a lone poppy on a green hillside. I couldn’t top staring. She saw me too. When our eyes met she surrendered a microscopic smile, and then she quickly looked away as if she hadn’t noticed me. Her smile was like Cupid's arrows striking my heart. I asked her to dance. She looked at me with the most beautiful chocolate eyes I had ever seen, and said yes.

We moved onto the dance floor, among the dense crowd of passionate lovers, make-out artists, and steady couples. She felt warm and cuddled into my arms like our bodies were matching pieces in a beautiful puzzle. It was as if we had spent our entire lives together.

“My name is Ben . . . Ben Jones.”

Her voice was as soft and as fragile as a dandelion, “Lily.”

As we danced I carefully placed my cheek next to her's. My hand gently stroked her long, straight hair as it flowed down her back. She smelled of roses and I imagined she was my darling, forever my sweetheart. She pushed back at me, ever so slightly.

During the second dance we talked about nature. She loved the grandeur of open spaces, the dignity of old buildings and interesting people. I watched her lips move. The sound of her voice hypnotized me.

On the third dance, I gently pulled her towards me. Tighter. Warmer. Ever so tenderly. I whispered into her ear. “You make my heart beat faster.” She pressed herself against me, lovingly, erotically, the full length of her body touching the full length of my body. Her warm breath blew across my neck. She said, “Me too.”

The fourth dance was another slow waltz. The couples around us were hugging, kissing, whispering, caressing, whimpering. I wanted to touch Lily, to move my hands over her soft skin. I yearned to kiss her delicate lips. My chest pounded as my heart literally cried out to be with her. I looked into her eyes, and it was as though I could see completely into her, into her being, into the shadows of her most private places. I knew she could see into me as well, into my secrets, into my raging desire. Suddenly, someone tapped me on the shoulder.

“Mind if I cut in?”

It was my old friend, Grinning Rick. He stood stiff like a museum statue, smiling from ear to ear, eying Lily's beauty like a starving man.

“You are unbelievable,” he said, as his eyes consumed her flesh.
I staggered backwards, ripping myself away from our embrace.

"What? What did that jerk say?" But then I cleared my head, and carefully considered my  words. “Impressions. Impressions,” I thought to myself. “Be a gentleman and leave her with a good impression.” After all, Rick was my best friend, so there was absolutely nothing to worry about.

"Lily, this is my oldest friend, Rick. We call him Grinning Rick." I thought if I added "grinning" it would somewhat diffuse his charm, make him look more like a clown than a serious suitor.

Lily giggled, and said, "Hello Grinning Rick." As Rick looked into her eyes, his grin faded into a more serious expression. I saw it, and I thought it was odd, but I let it go. 
Lily turned to look at me one last time. I smiled. She winked, as if to say, "Everything will be okay." My heart skipped a beat. I wanted to say so many things to her, things I would say if it were the last day of my life. But those words would never see the light of day, because I had just had my last dance with the girl of my dreams. 

And then, as quickly as Grinning Rick had tapped my shoulder, my very best friend swept my sweetheart away, disappearing into the steamy crowd.

As each year passes by, I remember that night a long time ago when I introduced my old friend to my beautiful Lily. Everyday I think about how much I have lost :-x