My Dancing Partner

Last Sunday, when Kokoy & I were cooking dinner, we were listening to a certain CD he loooves to hear. Most of the content of that CD were his songs for me (according to him, hmmm). When one song played and he was looking intently at me (his smile was up to his ears), I could not help but ask him to dance while the song was being played . We danced and I felt really different while were at it. I felt the connection...there was so much love and I felt so secure in his arms. I know it sounds corny but at that certain moment, the "kilig" factor was there:)

I admit that I miss dancing so much. When Papa "the ultimate dancer" was still around I get a doze of dance lessons every now & then. Honestly, I really miss dancing with Papa. I miss the fun that it brings to me and that dance with Kokoy did not just brought fun but oneness as well. I know somehow that Papa is happy that somebody took over to be my dancing partner since he is no longer around. Kokoy may not be a good dancer like my father but God sent him to me to be my dancing partner in life...the one who will be a witness to all the twists & turns I have to make while the song of life continues to play:)