Later still, when I was dancing on a platform in my black dress, I saw him watching me from the bar.
He looked at me longingly, like when you watch home videos of someone you love who’s dead. He looked like he wanted to be next to me but that he couldn't do it; that it would be bridging an impossible gap. I acted like I didn't notice him staring, I laughed with my girlfriends about something I don't remember.
I glanced down at my purple shoes, and when I looked back to see if he was still watching me, he'd gone.
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