"some dance to remember, some dance to forget"
i danced last night when i came home.
it was kind of late and i had lots of work to do and i
hadn't been able to get a hold of joe, so i just turned on
my music and danced.
i'm not even sure what music i was listening to, it just
seemed to keep playing and i kept moving.
and by the time i was done, i was lying in bed, crying and
we had a discussion about romance and marriage this morning.
say the first things that come to mind, jones said, and
then he pretended to be a cleve boy checking out a girl at
passion, longing, heat.
happiness, feeling complete, i say.
i think about everything that is possibly missing from my
life and i can't pinpoint it, i don't even know what i want.
being and having a shoulder to cry on.
dan being a real person, not just a rejected hockey jacket.