At the time of our tango I had two left feet. I was not a dancer at all, but I knew I was talented in the area of question if I showed enough interest to do so. Hands seemed very sure of themself when It came to leading … so I let them. Hands in question was the individual I’d been “dating” at the time. We’d swept the dance floor for a while until I realized the steps taken were meaningless. I can’t remember if my knees started to buckle or I just stated those words to relieve myself of this horrid whirl. Almost tens years later I am greeted by Hands in a local market. Down on one knee the words Will you marry me seep from those lips. Confused and dazed I ask why. “You made me your world once.” replied Hands with a devious smirk. Smiling I‘d known I reclaimed that land years ago, built a castle and raised dragons.

Dear Reader,

If you ever encounter a ghost from your past, greet it with grace and continue to take two steps forward.

X, -A