Guess with all the excitement I skipped a month... Oh well... It's not like I just can write whenever I want.... Actually, sometimes it is, but I find something less brain power requiring to do in that time - can't say I'm proud of myself, but it's just how I do... Lets see what was the most amazing thing that happend to me in the last month? I believe it'd be the Dance..

I went to club with my Boyfriend and a couple of friends, as you can imagine - me and Him are the main idea, characters and action in this story... Maybe I'll start from the top.

It all began when a friend of mine and me chated about weekends plans, she told me she'd be going to the towns club that evening with some of her friends. The idea of dancing instantly clicked in my mind and as a joke I asked another friend of mine when will we be going there, to my surprise she answered : "Why not tonight." I agree on the spot. But the next moment I realised there's going to be a problem - how will I ever persuade my BF to go with me dancing if he said from the start - he hates clubs. But, to my relief - of which I  only knew in the morning after - I was overestimated things and of course I was glad I was wrong for once... When I told my Love the "news" - psychotic denial started : "I hate clubs, I won't go, no I will, but I won't like it, I hate clubs, I hate clubs, I HATE CLUBS" - this lasted till the very minute we entered the dance floor.... I love my Boyfriend... but that day he really started to get on my nerves... "Don't go then" - I said, but it didn't work... I thought the night'd be a disaster if this keeps on going, but - it didn't and it wasn't. That night in the club - I'm proud to say so - was the Best Night of Dancing I've ever had in those few years since I started going to clubs.... Sure there was this "Guy" a year back, but he's nothing compared to what I had and still have... Boy did we dance !!!! I fell in love with the Love of My Life all over again after that night.... Don't think it'd be too much to say that that night was magically spectacular ..... He lied to me!! He can dance, but I forgive him.... How couldn't I after what great time he gave me that night... At first we were just messing and fooling around... But when we got closer to each other, so close I could almost feel his heart beating under his shirt and even the loud music.... So close I could feel him breath down my neck and his chest heave at the same time.... I never wanted to be so close to him and alone with him like I did that night... When I was in his arms it felt like it's jus the two of us... Like nothing else matters as if there's nothing left, no one, nobody, nothing - just us.... I had my arms around a dream... a dream I've been waiting for .... And there HE was - in my arms as I was in his the same time.... Couldn't get any better , but it did - we danced and though it was first our real dance together - we were good from the start.... Days later I heard comments about us, saying we looked good, both, and how it was good to look at us.... He spined me, bent me backwards, we moved both up and down thru each others bodies, and even went down both at the same time, we moved as one.... - it's hard to find the right words to describe the moves we did.... But I swear we were amazing.... Never have I imagined that dancing with your own Boyfriend IS THIS MUCH FUN !!!!!! Seriously there isn't a better feeling that to feel His body's heat when He kisses you while dancing.... Didn't matter that once I couldn't stand couples kissing on the floor, I envied them, now I understand them and why... Why they do it and why it was so hard to watch them back then.... I've been to both sides now and I can tell how probablly hurt the girls were when we - well - left them and instead enjoyed each other rather then be with them.... I felt bad about the girls, blamed myself for making them come and not hanging out more with them, but I can't and won't say that I regret anything.... I don't... And I'll never be sorry for having the time of my life that night... To feel a guys arms around you is one thing, but to feel them and to know that the one who's touching you is yours and even more he loves you - is hell of another thing... Hands, body, the feel everywhere he touches, everywhere you feel him with your hands and body - incradible... The heat, the pashion, the fire, the feel - it's all there, just need to reach for it. Thats' what I've learned from that night...

No matter how good one night was, even if the morning after I heard statments like : "We'll dance more, we'll go to clubs more, I enjoyed dancing with you"..... There will always be fights after... Some you don't ever want to repeat again.... If I thought that I love my Guy, then two weeks ago I realised how much... We had a fight, one so ridiculas and painful it hurts to remember.... The moment I realised how strong our love is was the one I saw my Boyfrinds red eyes the second he turned to look at me.... He was crying because of what I said.... The second I saw his eyes I started crying myself... All the times I cried I have never started feeling tears going down my face as fast as that time... It's a Miracle how He let me near him... I crawled into the bed next to him, he grabbed me and we cried together.... Memory doesn't hurt as much as it did then, but it's still painful, I'm still amazed how we managed to go thru all the hell I created.... And how we are still together... We had "discussions" several times before, but never this painful.... There's always a few bumps on every ride - and some can really shake you up..... But still you keep on driving and we still are a couple... Even now as I'm writing - I'm in his jumper, thinking about tommorow when he'll come and we'll be together again, even for a day..... Every minute counts and I realised you need to make every second count. Live with no regrets... Too bad I already have more of them then I'd like to....