Used to dance

July 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.

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