Pretty much everyone else has said this already, but: Sometimes he plays songs of love unrequited, love unanswered, of a man dancing alone with his hands held outwards, frozen in the air. That is an achingly beautiful line. *bows*

Also: Even if he trips, there are many, many hands extended towards him that he can choose from. He always tries to take them all. Almost makes me want to cry. Why is that? I do not know.

This whole ficlet is just so excruciatingly hopeful. It's what's so heartbreaking about Tamaki. It's lovely. Thank you.

Ah, and finally: stories of the emptiness of that a lover left behind when they leave I think there's an extra word in here?