Soul Mate Lost

by Dirty Blonde

You never sang to me, though you danced with me through our early to mid twenties. As long as there was music, we danced at any and all celebrations, as photographers and videographers immortalized our steps and as everyone else looked on in anticipation of the day that they'd see us dancing together at our wedding. But your patience ran as deeply as my impetuosity and eagerness, and after four years of waiting, I allowed myself to move on, because a decade could pass before you would actually take the next step. So, as we approach our thirties, you watched me this last time, me with my husband, as I watched you with your girlfriend, and I was grateful for the lack of music at this party. We parted ways as we always have, with a smile, a kiss on the cheek and a sarcastic comment about seeing each other again. And still, despite being married, I wait for you, to dance with you again and, at last, have you come back to sing to me.


Dirty Blonde doesn't need you to know her true identity, but swears that she's a real writer and a real blonde.