You'll know her when you encounter her.
Sometimes when it happens you forget everything you know about Tango, no move or turn could be worth even a momentary pause of this feeling, or disruption of this magical spell you are cast under. The world shrinks down to two hearts beating and moving as one within the music. You breath as one, a single soul from two, alone in the music, walking, nada mas.
The Tanda ends, the music stops, the night passes, but the connection remains forever in memories and hopes.
I can still feel her.
