Used to danceJuly 28, 2010
She had learned to rest between steps, to make way in such a paced manner that she was never as exhausted as she had once been.
“I used to dance,” she told him under a heavy, clouded sky. “But after that night, I decided it was easier to move more slowly.”
“But you’re not the person I want to know anymore,” he said. “The dancer’s the only one I loved.”
It was the first time he’d said such a thing the whole time she’d known him. It was the first time he’d made her cry.