Dear my little blue dancer,
It's finally december. My mum and my brother went out to get a Christmas tree, and promised to bring me back some watercolour. They did.
I finally finished the drawing, I know you can't see it, but I still hope you would like it.
Apparently, we have to go to our holiday house in the countryside for Christmas, and that means I won't be able to see you. I know I should be excited, I mean, we're going on holiday! But all I can think about is that I won't be able to see you. Is that normal? I don't ever feel like that around my friends, and I don't even know you! But you seem so pretty and graceful and beauttiful and kind and... oh... oh no. This can't be happening. I can't like you. I just can't. You're a girl too. Maybe if I ignore it it'll go away.
I wonder why I like you, even though you're a girl.
-rose
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My Little Blue Dancer
Romance"I thought you were gone. I thought you had left. But it turns out my little blue dancer can walk on rooftops."
