And here's something I x-posted from my tumblr which I think may be relevant for the more memorable entries that is my blog.

(Photo credit: From an amazing collection entitled Desperately Perfect)
Sometimes, I miss this alot- a good ten years of pulling the leotard onto my body; the familiar notes overflowing from the grand piano; the smell of leather and wood and sweat in the studio; the pain on my toes from my beloved pointe shoes; the familiar voice of miss, rising above the piano: "suck in your tummies"; "point yout feet"; "use your inner muscles";"pull up, stand tall!"; "posture ladies, posture!" .... Ah, this was once the story of my life, and sometimes I really miss it alot.
But not as much or as often as I miss you- brushing our teeth together; our quiet moments of chatter and laughter at the end of each day; fighting for blanket after we've fallen asleep; the faint recall of your peck on my cheek before you leave every morning; and then the quiet anticipation that gives me strength to go through my day so that when nightfall comes, we can do it all over again. This is now my life... You are now my life, and I really miss you- very much and every day.
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