The Spectacular

by Fiona Davis

I’m aware of my limitations, but I’m not defined by them.

I wish I had taken a moment, just one moment, back when I was dancing, to stop and appreciate what it felt like to lift my leg effortlessly high, what it was like when my limbs and mind were rich with music and my body snapped into place.

When my arms and legs did exactly what I told them to do. In my dreams, I stretch like a rubber band and my body is nineteen again.

She hadn’t realized until now what a passive participant she’d been in her own life, gliding along with everyone else’s desires for her future.

we yearn for the past and fight against anything new.

I suppose your first love is the one that stays with you, especially when it was never consummated.

How easy it is to idealize someone when your time together was fraught and short.