I'm not sure when it happened, or why, but sometime last year I fell out of love with Dance. I used to be head of heels in love, almost obsessed, I lived Dance and breathed Dance.
Somewhere along the way, the things that once drew me to Dance started to irritate me. I started to wonder, did it always breathe so loudly? Did it always make so much noise while watching TV? Would it be too hard for Dance to consider me for a change and leave the toilet seat down? Dance, you never bring me flowers anymore!
I mean sure, we still hung out all the time, but it wasn't special anymore. It felt routine.
So, I started hanging out with Improv. I'd spend a night or two a week with Acting, leaving Dance waiting by the phone, disappointed with me that I'd said I'd call, but once again I hadn't.
I saw you last night, Dance and again this morning and Dance, you left me with a sense of longing, pining for how you used to make me feel.
I think it's time to patch things up. Let's hang out again. Nothing too crazy, just casual. What are you doing this weekend?
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