Dancing with you has revealed itself as the picture book of our relationship. You always stood tall, calm, and prepared. You possessed a certain grace and fluidity that I would never grasp in the same way. From the first time you took my fifteen year old hand you realized that I was pushy and eager to lead. Excitement and readiness to move would always get the best of me. I was never great with knowing when to take the first step. Long introductions often lead to stutter steps and premature movements. From the first step I would attempt to push and pull you around in rhythm to my own too fast or too slow version dictated by my current mood. I was so eager to lead. Completely confident in my motions with little regards to the fact that I rarely remembered all the steps or the sequences. After years of learning the same dances over and over again I still evaded memorization. You, on the other hand, always paid careful and close attention. You could have danced without music. Your mind would have kept perfect rhythm. You were always patient as you withstood direction from me. You would hold our dance frame strong and push forcefully back until I would give up and merely mirror your moves. Eventually I would relinguish control I was never concerned with spinning into you or other people. Nor was I ever concerned with perfecting about the steps. You knew I withheld attention from instruction but yet allowed me to carry on in a free spirited manner that elaborated spins and added “flair” when routine wasn’t enough. I always secretly admired your agility and grace. Dancing with you always made me feel like I wouldn’t ever grow old. I knew immediately, years ago, that I would not ever be graceful with you. I loved that nervousness and silliness that caused me to revolve around the room in giddiness and simple delight. Steady. Energetic. Tenacious. You were never upset in slightest by my shenanigans but that’s how we were in life. You were always the patient, calm, and prepared one. You always wore a smile because you knew that life was just a playlist of songs and not all could be happy and upbeat but some had to be slow and somber. It was merely about learning more than one form of dance. All types of music call for dancing in the same way that all of our days do. You thought before you acted and looked before you leaped. You were logical and kind and I was often rash and unreasonable. I was driven by nonsensical beliefs and emotions. I was ready to decide everything on my own. You were steadfast and had none of it. You always waited until I calmed down and was ready to listen and to learn. You perfectly balanced me out in the same way you’d shoved, pulled, and pushed me across the dance floor. Insinuating direction but leaving the actual footwork up to me.

Ballons or no ballons

I'm falling in love with you Balloons or no balloons So it's time I forget the past And just learn to love what I have 'Cause I love waking up to your laugh Something about the midwest sun and oh It makes me miss you more than a lot Could be the trees that stand alone in the fields They remind me every couple of miles I'd love to stop our lives, stop everything Just so we could move far away We'll live alone together with the sweat of the summer With the chill of the cold winter air, oh yeah I'm falling in love with you For more reasons than 22