And so began my search, pt 1

My imagination likes to take me up on the stage as the headliner of a cabaret. I’d be sitting on a stool, squinting from the lights and smoke, seeing the crowd as a sea of blurry faces.

Their glasses and silverware would be clinking as I tell them stories. I’d tell them about love - the romantic, the dramatic, the unbelievably hilarious. Similar to the stories I used to tell on this blog. (Except with a song, preferably jazzy, and a dance, which would be a couple of twirls and maybe tap! If I ever get around to learning it.) And I’d begin about the one that ended like this:

“You will never find anyone who will love you as much as I do.”

I’d always wondered, since the moment he spoke the words, if it was a curse. And I’d ask the crowd:

“Am I not loveable?”