100 words - Another Dance

Hello June. Teach me to waltz and I'll buy you a rose. Then we'll sit in the balcony, you smelling your new flower and me eating chocolate Pez from Winnie the Pooh's goiter. The dancers below will twirl and swirl and unfurl. You'll laugh at my silly alliterations. Then we'll sit quietly for a while, both dreading what will happen next. You, for the rejection you must give. Me, knowing of the impending rejection but driven by needs unrelenting. Sex always gets in the way, especially when there isn't any. I try to lose myself in distraction. You're crying again.