I saw you. That was the least disturbing thing that happened tonight.

Eyes, and laughter, and nothing good, and my stomach feels sick thinking about how easy it is for some people to forget themselves (how easy it is for me to forget myself), and how some people don't make me feel good, at all, ever, and I still hang on and talk and cling in desperation of feeling warm around them, someday. I want to be back to my sunny place with my sunny friends, where we smile all the time, even when we don't feel good.

Your text is all that is getting me through the night, my dear:
"Today the leaves in my driveway were dancing in the wind, so I danced with them. Now I know a new kind of dance. Can't wait to teach you."