Instructions for Dancing

by Nicola Yoon

Happiness is tricky. Sometimes you have to fight for it. Sometimes, though—the best times—it sneaks up behind you, wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close.

It was beautiful. But it was sad too. Both things, and at the same time. I don’t know why so much of life is like that.

Maybe the whole point of love is to make more of itself.

And then I do the thing you’re supposed to do when you find love. I hold on.