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Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir

What is it that draws us into the bubble of two people who seem completely in sync and attuned to one another? Why do we want them to be a couple so badly? Why are we unable to look away from their displays of passion and speculate about their feelings?
The hopeless romantics out there (myself included) are all dreaming about a world in which this type of bond, or connection can be sustained over a 20 year relationship. I think even the realists out there would have a hard time disputing any subsequent relationship they each might have will not stand much of a chance in the face of 20 years of friendship, partnership and intimacy.

Because that is what we all see when we look at Tessa and Scott. There is a level of intimacy that penetrates deeper than most people ever achieve in a lifelong marriage, let alone with their working partner. It is so powerful that it comes out without any words needing to be spoken. It oozes out of their pores and creates sparks upon contact. It's there in the focused gaze they share. It's there when one turns back to grab the other's hand. It's there when they both laugh at an inside joke during an interview.
These are two people who truly see each other. They know each other. They respect each other. It is evident they communicate on all levels - they must - in order for their art to be so evocative and emotional. It is in this last piece that we are all fascinated. These people have gone beyond knowing, liking, and functioning effectively and have reached the final stage of love: the creative stage. They are co-creators. Anyone who is an artist will tell you, having a muse is incredible, but finding someone with whom you can create is the ultimate goal.
Humanly speaking, we all want someone who will be our partner and build something meaningful with us - a family, a legacy, works of art and beauty - but we all secretly hope that partnership will offer an electric and magnetic sense of validation, attention, affection and connection. And so 'the what' becomes less important. Yes, Tessa and Scott have worked hard at their craft. They are exceptional skaters individually, and together. Their hours of practice are evident, but when they're on the ice, or in front of a camera, or just goofing around behind the scenes, we all simply see magic.

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