I’ve become somewhat of a Dance Fighter. My Poor Dance Partner is Reeling, the Last one caught him Square in the Jaw. We’re not talking about Actual Punches Here. Just Innuendo. Accusation. Mistrust. Fear. It doesn’t Help Reconciliation. So we’ve Decided to sit out a few Dances till I can Handle My Emotions. It’s Kinda Disheartening that I still got my Dukes Up. The Reaction of My Dance Partner Melted My Heart. Our Conversation about it was Full Of Understanding and Love. He Knows How Scared I am. Why is it so Hard to Just Enjoy the Dance? But you know, our Dear Friends and Family have Given Us the Floor. Everyone wants us to Find Our Rhythm Again. We Badly want to Find Our Rhythm. He is Still the One who Lights My World. His Arms Are Home To Me. So, The Dukes Gotta Come Down. The Heart Has To Stay Open. We Got to Trust the Choreographer. This Dance is Our Dance. I’ll Practice my Left Hooks at Rumble Studio. The Little Boxing Studio. Down the Street.
I Love You.
I love , love this. Get your rhythm, and dance together for always my daughter💞
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Oh sweetie. You’ve been through so much. Your dukes were up for protection. It will be hard to let them relax. Be kind to yourself. Breathe.
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Thanks Darling. Things take Time for Sure.
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I applaud you for your strength and honesty. ❤
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Awe Thanks Honey! Means A lot!
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Listen to your heart dearest little friend. Your feet will fall in step, TOGETHER
XOXOXOX
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