98. It's true what they say. Practice does make perfect. Even if the practice only took one session. One of the most precious memories I have is of my perfect debut. It was the defining moment in my life that for the first time I would be recognized as a young adult, one that held her dreams at the palm of her hand. I could never have had such a perfect moment without you and our last dance. You see, of the 18 men I picked out as my roses, the last dance, the last red rose would be you. And you took care of the choreography the best that you can, and the result was just simply beautiful and perfect. We rehearsed just the day before. And I had to admit, I felt shy, giddy, excited and nervous all at the same time as you held me gently in our living room, leading the dance. However, I had to admit that the romantic atmosphere made me a bit uncooperative at times because I simply had to laugh and tease you. You had a sleepless night trying to come up with the steps. And many times you would shake me out of feigned frustration, begging me to concentrate because the dance made you more nervous than I. Our practice that afternoon was well worth the several hours of practice. The end resut was flawless. Our dance was a modified waltz to the song of "beautiful as you". There was even a little drama involved in the beginning where you approched me and asked me to dance, and I all but fell into your arms to be lead and twirled in the mdidle of the dance floor. Approaching the end of the song, you lead me around the floor, presenting me to everyone. I couldn't have pictured a more perfect sight than the two of us proclaiming our love to the world, not a care to what they think, lost in each other. Practice does make perfect. Love isn't instant as some people would have you think. Love also takes practice and a mountainfull of patience. The truest love is perfect in every way, and we could only aspire to such greatness if we are to live our lives together, spent and intertwined, still in the throes of the dance of love.
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