So, Thursday was my beautiful cousin, Gamze’s, henna (kina) night (gecesi). It was a delight. She was beautiful. She knew what she was doing. The night wasn’t at a house. They wanted more people there that their house could handle. It was still small compared to what it could have been. I didn’t do much dancing because… well… I can’t. I mean, I guess, I could dance if I wanted to but I can’t dance the way I want to or the way I used to.
I mean I wasn’t the best dancer, by any means, but I wasn’t the worst. I was able to keep up and now? I look like a 3 year old trying to dance. Anyone that tells me otherwise, well, you’re lying to me to make me feel better… or attempt to make me feel better.
I ended up crying when I was told to try and have fun. I know I could try but it won’t be the same. I know this and you know this. It doesn’t make me feel better. It’ll happen one day… but it wasn’t Thursday night.
Here are some pictures! lol