After the Dance

"you know, it's all fresh from here on out". she half-listens and agrees regardless. there is only so much i can do or say. distance is a white-wall at both ends. always knew you had it in you, sometimes we just don't know where to look. and you were more than the words that he had given you, more than even i could know, but it takes time, and it takes time.
love is like that, always harder on yourself than when it comes from the left. so aggressive. it branches out when it's you that holds the seed. but you learn even after one dance has ended, and you dance some more. i think we had some drinks that night.

"And how will your night dances lose themselves?"