There’s something I need to tell you.

I like you.  A lot.  I could go into crazy metaphors and explanations, but I don’t want to embarrass myself any more than I probably already am.  So to put it simply, I guess I’ll just say that I like you.

I honestly have no idea how you are going to feel about this.  If you don’t feel the same way, I’m really sorry for making things awkward, and we can both just pretend this never happened.  And if, by some miracle, you do, then let me know.  Maybe we can go get coffee some time.

I don’t know why, I just feel awful.  Maybe the physical issues are making me have mental ones too?  Or maybe I’m just tired of everything.

It’s almost summer.  It needs to be good.  I can’t have another bad summer.

Dancing is one of those things that has always seemed stable in my life.  No matter what was going on, there would always be dance class at the same time every week.  And the recital was the big finale, the thing that always proved that yes, we pulled it all together for another year and everything went fine.

I don’t know what I’ll do if I can’t be in it this year.  I mean, symbolically speaking, doesn’t that mean that this is the year that it didn’t all come together?

The funny thing is, that seems rather fitting.