sometimes i miss ballet so much that my heart aches and my chest hurts and i feel a knot rise up in my throat so big that i can only choke and choke and choke and try harder than anything not to cry, because i don’t want to remember what was. because as much as i loved it, it was never something i wanted to do as more than a hobby — i didn’t love it enough — and i was ready to let it go and move on.
but just because you let something go doesn’t mean you don’t miss it.
and there will always a part of me that is a dancer.
always.
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emilymahiai said:
I know exactly how you feel.
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loveandlongingbehind said:
aw this makes my heart hurt for you. we can dance during summer adventure. :)
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