'Reneé'...that's what I'm going to call her here.
It's a pretty name. Isn't it? Fitting for a pretty dancer and a pretty girl, I think.
She's the kind of girl you want to go out into the cold with just so you can share a blanket an hour later. The kind who will spend hours writing a love poem on your arm with eyeliner. The kind who will jump into a pile of leaves while wearing a formal dress even if it means she'll be covered in twigs and dirt for her prom photo. The kind of girl who will find a smile in a cup of coffee. The kind of girl whose laugh could fill a palace.
During the assembly today, the speaker said that any artist essentially does what she does for a specific handful of people to see. I dance for my family. I dance for my friends. I dance for myself.
I dance for Reneé.
This isn't love. That sort of thing doesn't happen for a very long time. But it's something. And it's pretty special.
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