I used to work about five or six minutes from where my dad lives. From time to time, I would visit after work and get dinner with him. My office was in a suburban town, so there wasn’t a ton of traffic at the end of the day but there was enough to create back ups every once in a while.
One day I was driving to see my dad when I got stuck behind a line of cars just a few streets from his house. I was waiting in the line of traffic, thinking about God knows what, when I happened to look to my right and notice a young couple, maybe in their early to mid 30s, still in their work clothes, slow dancing in their driveway.
It’s probable to think people who were sitting in their cars next to me were confused about what they were watching. Some must have thought the couple were a little weird since it was really out of the ordinary for two people to be dancing as if they were taking main stage in a theater.
I, on the other hand, thought it was one of the most pure scenes my eyes have seen. You know that saying, “Dance as if no one is watching”? That was the first and only time I have seen anyone do so.
I danced for many years when I was younger. I’ve watched routine after routine, recital after recital, and dance show after dance show, but never have I seen anyone move with as little regard to the outside world as I did that day.
Neither of them looked anywhere but each other’s eyes. Their faces were wearing the kind of effortless smiles that you only feel in the most genuine moments of happiness. And it was all so simple. They were just in their driveway. After work. With no music. Palm to palm. Step by step.
I tend to think I have high hopes and wishes for love. That what I’m looking for is possibly unattainable or unrealistic. But then I remember moments like the couple dancing in their driveway and realize that it’s a lifetime of the little things that I really want. I couldn’t care less about big, expensive gifts or being showered in excessive compliments. It’s finding someone who wants to be there on the hard days and celebrate the good ones that really matters. Someone who knows that most days are mundane and rather “regular”, but finding beauty in the fleeting moments of each day is what life is all about.
I watched the couple as their movements bled into one another like chalk that’s washed away by rain. I realized in that moment that you can take every class that’s offered, be taught by world renowned professionals, but when you find your partner, there will be a song with no lyrics, no music, and no melody that plays at a vibration only you two can hear. Love, I learned, has a rhythm.
Find the person who you can sing your unwritten song with. Learn to love them through the pitches that are off-key and the moments they forget the tune. Love shouldn’t be an overly rehearsed routine where you stress about scoring a perfect ten. It should be about slipping off your shoes, putting down your laptop, and dancing in your driveway.
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