It was HIM again…you’re not ever supposed to fall for your dance partner, but I did. He knows better. To him, I’m not even an option.
He was there tonight. He is always beautiful, strong, charming, brilliant, funny, smooth…ARGH! The frustration of someone so…good…so incredible…so out of reach…
He had only invited 8 people. When introducing me to his friends, he embraced me and told them I was a doctor, dancer, incredible conversationalist and the smartest woman he knew. Our faces were inches away. That image still lingers and haunts me even now in the early hours of morning.
He asks me about my dating life, and I have to admit it is kinda quiet lately. So then it comes up- he’s dating someone. I can almost feel small tendons of hope in my heart snapping, but as a 32 year old woman, I know how to keep a straight face when I hear such words. I have covered my heart and my reactions so many, many times before…
As I walk into the night, my disappointment is palpable, my groans of frustration are audible and tears tease my eyes…to be so close, to know that you are loved, to hit a glass wall once again…Sometimes it can be too much.
Glad I wasn’t drinking. 
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August 13, 2007 at 9:01 am
candyce
ouchers. i can feel your pain from hundreds of miles away. here’s a long distance hug.
heaven knows (and you know, incidentally 
i can relate.
(if it’s any consolation, this is a beautiful description. i’ve been pondering of late whether pain yields more creativity than happiness. i feel like writing music more often when i’m struggling than when i’m excited about something. hmm…)
love you! we really do need to catch up sometime!