When the Ship Comes In filled every minute of my time, from the early hours of the morning, when I would either make my way to the studio for small group run-throughs, or the theater for full cast rehearsals, to the evening, when Bax and I would go over any steps I was still having trouble with. Dance consumed my life as it always had. But things were different now than they had been for the past eight years because I had reunited with Bax. Bax, my loving, supportive, patient boyfriend was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and if I had to choose between Bax and dance, I would have hung up my pointe shoes without a second thought. He was such a godsend and I thanked the universe every day for putting him in my way, literally, on that fateful day six weeks ago. But as much as I knew he loved me, I couldn’t help feeling there was a wedge between us, a distance that I couldn’t quite bridge, and the ironic thing was that it was caused by the one thing that had initially brought us together.
