If I could have only watched one person dance for the rest of my life, it would have been her.

Something happened, in a "nothing really happened but I feel kind of gobsmacked" kind of way.

And then something, for real, happened, something that isn't about me or my love life at all, and now I can't write about the first thing because, really, how selfish can I be?

Someone I knew died.  She was young, vibrant, incandescently happy, and she was in a car accident on Saturday night and now she's dead. 

I feel like I need to make a new tag for "death."  There's been an unusual amount of that here, lately.