they come to the milonga, because he loves her.
in his eyes, fear, uncertainty.
they stand, watching the floor for a very long time.
someone asks her to dance, and they have a lovely set.
again the couple stand, watching the floor.
then, a moment of bravery, and they enter the flow. he is tentative, nervous. he steps carefully, wondering what she must think of him, thinking that he is not good enough, that she must want to be with the OTHER MEN, ALL THESE MEN WHO ARE BETTER AND FANCIER AND....
but all i see, from a distance, is that she loves him.
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