"To Learn and Love the Art of Dance"

I miss my dance instructors, whom I think of
as my second mothers.
I miss my classmates whom I would always have something to talk about at the beginning of class.
I miss wearing my pointe shoes,
and with them the blisters they would bring.
I miss the allegro that we would practice
towards the end of each class,
and miss even more how my brain could almost
never perfect the exercise on time.
I miss the feeling performing would bring to me,
miss going to the Orpheum which had almost
become my second home.
I miss having a hectic schedule,
with dance classes consuming almost every day of the week.
I miss having that place to escape to,
the place I could turn to when everything else in my life
was spiraling out of control.
I miss Pas De Deux.
In other words, I miss ballet.

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