She had gone from expecting too much and forgiving too long, to trusting too little and finding all wrong. She sat with her coffee, waiting for her next chance to walk through the door, determined to see him for what he was, appreciate him for what he might be, and should they dance, she would dance, lightly, with her feet on the ground.

 

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