My fight to get back to dancing was on and my show was a little more than a month away.
I refused to not be able to perform, especially because I was graduating that semester and it would be my last time on that stage with my friends.
When I first met him our ages never crossed my mind.
I remember guessing his age at around thirty but never asked.
I'll tell you, our first few sessions I hated him because he would scold me for limping and bend my knee in pretty painful ways.
I knew he was just trying to help, but damn, I was not about him.
My therapist, not-yet boyfriend, would work me as much as possible so I could dance, he believed in me and wanted to help me do something I loved.