“Ballet was your dream, not mine!”
What a lovely way to massacre something…
How do you feel about me?
Its such a loaded question.
Do you ever notice that the questions you’d like to answer are always asked by the people you don’t want to answer it for?
If I answered this quesion for the person, I’d rather have ask it, my words could and would be infinite.
My best synopsis includes:
I feel about you like I feel about my mountain. You are my reason for coming home.
I love you most when you are at your worst because that is when you need my love the most.
I feel my best when I’m with you because you have the most faith in my abilities.
I like the world we live in when we are taking it on together. Because together we can take in more than we could alone.
I am uplifted with your encouragements knowing you would do everything to keep me afloat.
I’m not sure I’ll ever get the opportunity to say all that. But it will forever be written in the back of my mind.