I once dated this guy who I did everything and anything I could for. I supported him in his passion of bowling (which I thought was boring but I joined in anyway) and cars. Took days off work. Spent late nights.
And he asked me to give up my passion of fire dancing for him because it was “dangerous” IN THE THREE YEARS I ONLY GOT HURT TWICE.
I regret that.
But now that I’m back. I’ve gotten better and in two days I’m doing my first performance!
