They looked like a snowglobe, dancing tightly together in perfect circles. We all stood around watching them in their married newness, pricetags still on their rings and cheeks aching from smiling too much.
"I would feel awkward dancing in front of everyone like this," I mutter under my breath to Bob.
"They're too in love to notice anyone else," he whispers back.
And on and on they spun, whispering and laughing, kissing and smiling till their faces hurt.
And all of us could only stare at them, wishing-longing-hoping-remembering a time they were also too in love to notice anyone else. Remembering their own snowglobe days.
(from my livejournal March 2007)