cleaning out the cobwebs

[anelegantmyth]

This is turning into a dance, dear. We leave, we come back, we leave again, we come back again. It's been years since we've last committed to anything. What on earth makes you think we'd find something to commit to this time?

And don't even deny you missed me. This happens nearly every time you thoughtfully stare at that small statue of me next to Steven.