I came into adolescence entering what we called the “lover’s dance.”

And everyone played their hearts for a gamble at romance.

I had my moments of glory… of failure… of hope… of tragedy…

My heart was left to starve… left to lose… left to wonder what could be…

I scraped my knees, I broke my fall, and I lost sight of all things lost.

Something inside of me told me to be optimistic…

Supposedly I had what mattered most.

But I thought I was lying to myself.

Or was I mixed up in the mingle?

Was there still hope? Or would I stay forever single?

I tried to find hope, but he found me first.

And as I healed, he slowly broke the curse.

Glued, taped, and stitched it all slowly came together,

It's never the same again, but it's even better...

~mimi