There was this girl, standing across the dance floor, wearing a yellow dress. He sits down in an armchair across from Vanessa. She was so beautiful. I didn’t have the courage to ask her to dance, perhaps for fear of the long lonely walk back across the gym floor after being refused. I finally willed myself to go ask, and then suddenly she was gone, in a fleeting second she must have left. I began to imagine what she must have been like. Her laugh. Certainly her kiss. I still know exactly what that feels like, though I’ve never felt it.
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