Sparks will fly

This post is heavily tinted in euphemism, coated in double meanings, and sprinkled with just the right amount of crazy and ambiguity that no one but myself would understand what I'm talking about. But that is the whole point of this post. To say what needs saying without actually saying anything. So there. Don't say i didn't warn you.
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I have wanted to dance for a very long time (maybe too long at this point). I want to dance but my steps are clumsy. I trip and I fall. I stumble and I hurt myself. I keep trying, but my techniques are wrong. My confidence plummets down and down and down with every wrong move i make.

And now it has reached rock bottom. I'm thinking of giving up. I'm starting to think this is hopeless. I don't get dancing and dancing doesn't get me. Okay that sounds weird. I don't get dancing, and dancing is hard. Much better.

But i have seen other people try dancing and soar on tiptoes gracefully. Fly like a bird, swim like a fish. I seethe with jealousy. In the inside of course. I'm too cool on the outside to let people see what a total failure I really am. (shhh... don't argue. I'm cool. period!)

The fragility of beautiful things mean that the magic of most precious moments are often broken by the mistake made by inexperience (huh??). I am a novice, you should try to forgive me. Let me make mistakes and learn from them. Please don't give up on me. I can try harder. I'll learn, I will. You and me, we can make this work.

Oh Wait, i didn't mean to say that last bit.

Pfft. feck it. I'm not making sense anyway.

I warned you.
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p/s: truth is, i have so much to say but so little courage to say them.

(I like you. i think.)