“Do you need words to dance with me? I know the answer, but I wanted to show it to you. Their music came through our walls and all I wanted in that moment was your hand in mine. I wanted us pressed close, our lips exhaling whispers. The rest of us swaying to the muffled rhythm, hearts pounding to the echoing bass. No, we never needed words for anything. Your eyes told stories. Mine listened to them intently. And the music moved us to deep conversations that would last the night.”
— R.G.









