So he said to her once when she was feeling down.

These two friends who chatted every night, met up every week, knew each other well – they often talked about meeting for a dance in lalaland. Be it the waltz, the rhumba, the foxtrot, or anything else for that matter, it mattered not a whit. For a while, they danced regularly. But as they grew busier with their own schedules, they fell into bed exhausted, with no energy leftover for dancing. Those lalaland meetings became a thing of the past, a sweet memory. Then he invoked that memory to cheer her up. She was touched – he remembered! The heart-warming familiarity was only possible between those two specific parties.

That incident of unhappiness passed, but with the passage of time, the friendship changed too - a little less tight, a little less bonded. And so the dancing dwindled again. While they may have fallen out of the habit, it remains a cherished memory, the sweetest dream.

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