dear danny
3:05 p.m.

dear danny,

i miss you. i miss you so much that it makes my heart ache. i miss your shyness, your sensitivity, your quietness, your strength, and everything else about you. i miss dancing with you. none of the other partners i've had since you were as much fun to dance with. have you forgotten the connection we had? have you forgotten the fun we had, back before the team broke up, before things got so complicated and you got so jaded? if you hadn't quit we could have been so great together. you are the reason i'm good. i learned all the basics of the dance from or with you.

have you forgotten the occasions on which we kissed? did you forget the amazing waves of emotion? what happened? were you scared? disgusted? sick of me? danny, i know, to this day, that out of all the kisses i've had, yours were my favorite.

i haven't seen you in amost two years now, but i still think of you daily. every time i listen to morrissey, i think of the tattoos on the arms that once held me when we danced. every time i see a jar of pomade i think of the one you and your roommates kept on the mantle. every time i am around someone i care about, i think of how much i also cared about you, and still care about you.

danny, out of all my regrets, not holding tighter onto you is one of my biggest. i often wonder if this is on yours as well. i wanted to love you, and you were too scare to let me.

with all my love,

julie

p.s. squander your cash, be rash; just hold on to your friends.

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