Today was a two year anniversery. Two years ago, me and him started going out...or it would be. I made a poem actually, and it felt nice.

'...I wish I'd treated you better then,
happy two what could have been.'

I guess there really isn't anything to say except for in swing lessons, I was flipped and it was perfect. Landed perfectly and got back to dancing perfectly. It was pretty cool. Perfection is a rare thing in my life. It's nice to feel.