Dear dance..

Dear dance,

I would be lying if I said I didn't miss you.

I miss competing.

I miss getting ready for competitions.

I miss the smell of hairspray and the itchiness of sequins.

I miss the body tape and the constricting tights.

I miss the turning.

I miss pushing my body to do new things.

I miss the feeling of a stretching muscle.

I miss being sore.

I miss having no social life because I spent every hour I could in a studio.

I miss the closeness you feel with the girls you dance with.

I miss being entertaining.

I miss winning first place.

I miss the blood, sweat, and tears it took to be the best. 

{and trust me when I say I've had my fair share of all three}

I would be lying if I said I don't miss flying through the air. 

I miss an empty room.

Just me and the music.

I miss the breath it gives my body.

I miss how alive it made me feel.

I've never felt more alive than in a class that makes me work and feel and sweat and really experience the movement.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't crying right now imagining those moments.

I miss this more than anything.