Meredith,
It was Salsa night on the street corner.
The girl was pretty and knew the fundamentals. She had three or four steps that she executed crisply, like Jennifer Lopez would in a movie, by which I mean she was intentionally drawing attention to her exaggerated movements. The boy looked embarrassed, like he’d been dragged out there. He didn’t have a clue what he was doing and was not picking it up quickly. Like a rag doll, he lurched after the girl who was leading. Oh, he looked like he just had his braces removed ten minutes earlier. He was so awkward and perfect, dancing with the pretty girl he never even thought would even notice him, let alone hold his hand and push her body up close, right next to his, with all of Toronto watching, on this, the best night of his life.
I miss you.
P