Split Cheongsams, Gossip times and of course, Tango :). Funny to think a year+ ago I sat in the same place not knowing anyone, reminiscing as I cast an eye over the landscape of the city that I had finally returned to, and now, was back to the warm embrace of friends and familiarity. What to say, slowly but surely feeling less challenged and more and more the need of a good, solid, embrace. I miss you. I miss moving as one, I miss you challenging me, I miss goddamn, miss. I miss the safety I feel when I was with you. And sometimes I wonder when I'm going to wake up from this dream and I realize that it isn't a dream, and that this, is now. Reality. So desperate to hear you say that you'd want to go with me, to somewhere, find a meeting ground on a dance floor somewhere in this world, because I've had enough of giving. But you don't care, not even a little.
Writings of the Tango Toddlers