I can't do choreo, but I've spent my whole life wishing someone would lift me off my feet at the end of a perfect
mambo.
I wore out my mom's VHS copy of Dirty Dancing and even now, this many years later, I'll still never get tired of that movie.
You were my very definition of a beautiful man, and I hope with all my heart that you're at peace.
XOXO
nyt.