Dancing With Ana

Dancing

When Ana and I danced, she was graceful, I was not.

When Ana and I danced, she taught me the steps.

When Ana and I danced, she took the lead.

When Ana and I danced, I fainted.

When Ana and I danced, people noticed, and they worried.

When Ana and I danced, I morphed from a butterfly to a caterpillar.

When Ana and I danced, I became a ghost.

When Ana and I danced, she listened to me cry.

When Ana and I danced, I lost my best friend.

When Ana and I danced, I drowned in self-loathing.

When Ana and I danced, I fainted again.

When Ana and I danced, people remembered my name.

When Ana and I danced, my face was in the paper.

When Ana and I danced, I danced into death.

When Ana and I danced, I ended up dancing alone.

Yet Ana danced on, a new partner in tow.
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This is my second posted story on mibba, so I would love it if everyone who reads this comments and leaves suggestions. I want to know if I'm doing all right, or if I'm making painfully obvious mistakes. This is the kind of stuff that's always swirling around in my head, so I wanted other people to hear my thoughts. I wrote this from experience, so I hope the emotion I feel about this particular subject translates into my writing. Thank you for reading this, it means a lot to me.