it wasn't just a normal dance session. it wasn't.

perhaps it's due to the fact that i know you on a highly personal basis. and that i've the honour to share your secrets.

for once, i felt that i've walked into the choreographer's skin when i danced. i felt the music. i felt the actions. i felt him.

if you ask me now which dance do i really want to own, this will be it. i was really down that i couldn't remember the steps. hope i'm not finding an excuse here, but perhaps i felt the emotions a lil too much.

when i texted him about his dance, i almost teared when i saw his reply. because it's the truth that i always kept to myself as a secret.

who am i lying to when i pretend that i don't feel the emptiness when i heard those words? i felt the missing piece in me when i was doing the choreo. so permanent. so empty. so helpless.

i will never be complete again.

never.

but it's these emptiness that makes life complete. without them, life is nothing.

with these emptiness, people come up with masterpieces of art that embrace various aspects of life.

today, you've told your secrets in the most beautiful and amazing way ever. it's electrifying. and i'm not exaggerating a word here.

perhaps i should learn to share, too.

thanks razzie. i love you.