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I know I like to dance because it has never been so difficult for me. Being difficult makes me a good ballerina.

I was a good ballerina.

Yes, I was good at what I did, nothing more than it was never noticed because I had to be good at everything I did, so just that I enjoyed it was overshadowed by pure perfection, perfection that only stayed in my house and outside, outside into a hole, from inside to outside there was never anything more than smiles agreeing to everything, nothing was ever expected from me but promises of a future like the best, after me there was never anything better. Nothing better than her.

Nothing was ever good. It is impossible to maintain perfection.

She at least told me that. She liked things to be disastrous in perfect harmony. One that only I was able to see. And I knew that only I was capable of seeing it because I never felt forced to do so. It was just there. And his presence made me feel more and more alive. I rose up higher than a grand jeté, I rose into the air with thousands of twists and counter-turns that made me vomit pink, blue, yellow, green and red butterflies, I became dizzy in the most tender and innocent way I have ever set foot in this world. Nothing was ever the same in this hole universe. She held me in a way that even she wasn't aware of how much it hurt me every time she let me fall. Not even an injury hurt that much. But they always told me that if there is no blood, the pain is not important. Furthermore, I didn't feel any pain when I jumped again. Everything turns pink when I see you again. Everything turns into summer.

Then I remember why I don't like the summer heat. A strawberry popsicle lasts until the rays hit it and fracture is inevitable. The fall and the sticky drips of summer with the tears it brings become inevitable and present in all the body that still remains on this earth.

Because That's it. A dancer is firm and does not take her feet off the ground, not forever. Always with head held high. Always firm. Always alone about something. And me, I was a good ballerina.

Tomorrow is my birthday and I don't know why I feel like crying if you're not with me. My birthday was never important, that rules out the fact that I want a party, am I asking too much when I want a hug of yours?

This sounds so human that it makes my chest clench. This is what she would have wanted. For the first time I'm going to jump out alone and say that I prefer to say that; I was just a good dancer.

Della.

Hopefully tomorrow you will still be in my mind and forever and ever I will remember you. This ballet dancer will love you.

🚨IMPORTANT NOTICE 🚨

I'm sure my followers have noticed that this account has been inactive for over a year now. I apologize for not coming to you sooner and explaining this.

Honestly, life has just been in my way. I have many social media platforms and pages I run, I am a manager at my job, I am in online college, I have 3 teenagers, and I have a chronic autoimmune disorder.

It's a lot. 😅

But I haven't abandoned Tumblr! I just switched profiles. I have been working on building up my personal branding and now have a universal name for my socials!

*editing to add*

I have decided I'll go ahead & use this Tumblr for my personal life stuff, hobbies, food, etc. A rebrand if you will...

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Aurora is a resilient and creative force, pouring her experiences and passions into her writing. As a boy mom of three teenagers, she draws inspiration from the chaos and love of family life. Having overcome the challenges of domestic abuse and living with an autoimmune disease, Aurora infuses her work with empathy, strength, and a touch of magic - literally, as a practicing witch. When not conjuring stories, you can find her nurturing her garden, whipping up a storm in the kitchen, or rescuing animals in need. Thrift shopping and treasure hunting are also among her favorite pastimes. Across various social platforms, Aurora shares both original fiction and fanfiction works, inviting readers to join her on a journey of imagination and self-discovery.

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