Just right

I stared at his status for a while and couldn't help myself having these stirring emotions

"The light, the music, the empty dance floor .... everything felt so right :) addicted to Saturday night practice"

I know, because it felt so right for me too. Just like I remember every moment of those nights: sweaty palms and backs, hair tied up, my skimpy black dresses and being thirsty like dying. And then how it feels when we actually do something right and have a laugh about it after too much shouting. I miss setting up my make-up kit and then get transformed into some kind of dramatic-looking monster in every comp.

Dancing has been my savior since high school. Sometimes it was the only source of inspiration in my life, especially during the time I got deeply depressed after my parents divorced. It has changed my life and makes its every second vividly memorable. I even questioned myself occasionally as if I would gamble my career to continue in the path of dancing. But then I realise it is merely the matter of how much I enjoy it, and of course I do - and I love it more everyday.

I look him in the eyes and know he has the passion, too. Shamelessly and sincerely, I always think he's the right partner for me. He said "If Joanna refused, I would choose you" when we joked about ideal partnerships. He's kind of the only person in this world with whom I can share all my thoughts about Latin American dancing and dancing in general. We keep each other updated with videos, photos, our progress and the competitions we took part in. I told him "At least when talking to you, I feel encouraged and motivated...Honestly, it's not about how good my partner is, it's the mindset, the soul and the perception of dancing that matter".

More than one year ago, we practiced with each other for the first time. It was the last days of my summer holiday but only the beginning of his. We had less than one week to pull a performance together and decided to throw in lots of stunts and frills or whatever that would catch the eye of high school youngsters. Finally we were happy with the routines that were full of non-stop spinning and line figures. The programme was indeed flawed and extremely funny. But I love it every time I watch it back: we synced with each other perfectly, had the same spontaneous movements and felt the music the way it should be felt.

Three weeks later I flew to the UK and he went back to Singapore.

He's got his partner and I've got mine. Eventually, I'm satisfied with my current partnership. My great friends always back me up and he's one of them. Guess that's enough.

Yes, I love dancing to bits and it feels right. Just right.