A night...

...at the ballet.

They were unusually tense as they walked towards to theatre. Both of them knowing that this was the first time, not the first date, not the first ballet, but the first occasion where they would know people. People that knew them, but knew them in former lives, back then, as other people almost, before now. Before the new. Pleasantries were exchanged, smiles, handshakes, kisses. It all felt a little surreal.
They held back, stayed apart a little, didn't touch, tried to not be. It was hard, uncomfortable almost, just didn't feel quite right. All through the evening, the dances of modernity and abstract, they longed to just hold hands, nothing more, to just be. As their legs brushed against one another or their elbows touched on the armrest, they both felt it. That surge of energy that pulsates right through your body starting deep down in the pit of your stomach which usually flows through your entirety until it actually catches your breath. The kind of energy that's like a life blood when you're with the right one, the one that's meant to be, the soulmate. The kind of power, of draw, of electricity that futures are built on and that is endless in supply.
Knowing that the 'front' needed to continue, the awkwardness finally pushed through when a reminder of what once was was brought into play. A silence, an uncomfortable moment, a pain for both. Not easy.
Difficult to forget.
But this too shall pass.
As the dancers forged across the stage to tell stories of relationships so too will they push through the tough, climb over the difficult, avoid the nasty and finally pull themselves closer to their destinies...together. There is a magic, they Truly are each other's Merlin.