Dance in your blood

The moment was so precious that I needed to break it into fragments and stick it together again with memory glue to make sure it was safe.
"We should go to sleep, it's almost 4." "Yeah. But I like talking to you." "I do too." " Do you know Rumi?" "Yes...what you seek is seeking you. Dance in your blood. One love." "One love. You dance in my blood. "So you're a boxer." "Yes, but if I had a match today, I would lose it. I am not angry enough. Today I'm happy." "Will you take me boxing?" "Just if you want to watch me. I could never box with a girl." "Why, are you afraid I'll kick your arse?" "You can!" Laughter filled the room like a summer honey afternoon born at midnight, out of wedlock.
I watched the little smile on the corner of her mouth travel to her eyes. They were so deep that it was lost in there, and so was I. Remember, remember to breathe when your heart skips a bit. Remember to keep your eyes open under the water. I dived.

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