This is sortof a reply to Chessicfayth's "The Bracelet" (which if you haven't read yet, stop reading this and read it.) I decided to tell the story from the point of view of the dancing woman. I apologize that it isn't entirely original as it is taking some elements from his story and using them in mine. Let me know what you think.

The waves massaged her feet
As she twirled, mindlessly through the endless stretch of sea.
Day by day the wind carried her farther, leading her to mysterious lands.
At times she would encounter someone, but the meeting would be short.
She was alone. Alone with her thoughts and the sea. Alone with Fate.

The winds changed, spinning her in another direction
And she saw him.
His hurt. His pure heart. His desires. His sadness.
And she knew.
He was the one.
So she gave him the only thing she had, and unable to go with him, wished him well and departed.

The years to come were stormy on the sea.
Confined to the water she was tormented by thoughts of the boy.
Day and night she searched for a glimpse of him again, but their paths never crossed.
Despair had his death grip on her until the winds of Fate intervened yet again.

Her eyes leapt with the last flicker of hope lodged deep in her soul when she saw him.
She paused, sensing the pain he was feeling.
Gathering up all her courage, breaking all the rules, she invited him in.
And they danced.

Twirling, swooping, spinning,
Laughter, joy, peace.
Bittersweet moments.
Happiness.

Time ran out. The last note ended.
Parting time had come and grief overcame her.
Keeping herself under control she managed three words,
“Be happy boy.”

With that, she disappeared into the sunset,
Leaving behind a part of her,
As the salty tears of the man on the beach
Ran into the water that kept her afloat.