They were in love.
Or so they thought.
It was one of those high school relationships.
One only they thought would last.
People were surprised when it lasted longer than a year.
The big dance was coming up.
The big winter dance.
She had spent weeks planning it for them.
Picking her dress, who would drive, all of the above.
He got ready.
She got ready.
He came.
They left.
It was coming towards an end.
One last slow song was announced.
He asked if he could have it.
She said yes.
It was like one of those awkward slow dances like in the
movies.
The colored lights.
The two that thought they were in love, dancing.
I love the classic Napolean image!!! One of my favorite movies... The dance scenario you describe is also classic--awkward young love.
ReplyDeleteAwe, this is so cute<3
ReplyDeleteVery nostalgic. ARE THEY IN LOVE? DUN DUN DAHHHHHH *insert dramatic music* Love the poem and the picture! Napoleon Dynamite is da bomb dot com.
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