"She and I did not say a word, we did not need to. I knew exactly what she was telling me and she understood me better than anyone else. Our song was dancing with words that could not be spoken. She was telling me that she loved me. I said it back. But our conversation prematurely ended. As soon as it had started thus it also ended. Pure poetry. The author of the final period walked slowly in with a new pep in his step."