Do you ever...

...go back and read something you wrote and it still makes you tear up?

And then you realize you'll never quite be able to match the energy and the feeling of that story, so you tear up a little more?

Yeah. That just happened to me with the second ...snippet? chapter?...of "Performance."

Dammit. I know where I was going with it, I know what I would have done with it -- it would have been a lovely short story I could have slid Aneira into, and I see the foreshadowing where I was going to do so -- but I don't even know my dancer's name. I know her lover's name, but I don't know her name. And I don't know what I was going to do with her next. So no continuation.

But it was lovely.