Love's Endless Dance

It's 2:01 AM, and here I am, lying on my bed, endlessly scrolling through Instagram reels. The algorithm has me in its grasp again, and now it's all videos of people in love, making me long for a connection of my own. I just want a "If the whole world was watching, I would still dance with you" kinda love story, where he and I would dance together in the rain, illuminated only by the headlights of our car. 

I imagine us dancing spontaneously in the kitchen as we cook together, laughter echoing through the room even if our food burns a little. I picture us dancing to all the Vijay Antony songs in a crowded pub on Saturday nights, losing ourselves in the music and each other. I envision us always making time for one another, ready to slow dance whenever one of us feels down, and dancing with joy like Dhanush when we're happy.

I crave a love where we do those same four repetitive steps for a lifetime, filled with laughter and giggles, only to pull each other closer, gazing into each other’s eyes and blushing, even after the 684,367,534,655th time. Is that too much to ask for?