The Fourteenth
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1 min readFeb 14, 2018
We do this dance constantly- you, with your shiny shoes, me in my red dress. The one with the ruffles.
Back and forth, we glide. One two, cha-cha-cha….
Your logic once again at odds with my sentiment, each of us wielding ancient swords made from the toughest of reasoning, each too stubborn to retreat.
Three four, cha-cha-cha….
The charming recipient of my ire; the reason tears of joy pool in my eyes; the explanation as to why police would find ‘how to strangle someone’ in my Google search.
There is magic between us.
My ever-present dance partner,
I love you.