People get confused.
Tango works because there's a framework and there are rules.
You nod, you dance, you separate, you go on with your lives.
But sometimes the lines blur. Especially in places where the rules aren't so established.
And people get confused.
It's not always easy to make and break such profound connections over such a short period of time.
It's easy to mix up the music and the dance with the real world.
It's easy to mistake that temporary love for real love.
It's easy to expect the fifteen minutes to become fifty years.
But it's over. Until the next time. Except when it isn't.
Confusing.
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