In my junior year of high school I was dating a boy for about a month and just really wasn’t in love… but I wanted to be. Deeply, completely, and overwhelmingly in love with someone. How beautiful does that sound?
Well, I decided the night before our homecoming dance that I did not want to be dating this boy anymore, so obviously I left him. I was a total douche bag for breaking up with him the night before homecoming. However, I knew damn well that I wouldn’t be happy having to introduce him to everyone and blah blah blah. I just wasn’t interested. The night that we broke up I had to perform at a football game. I was perfectly fine and went on as my goofy self.
Then this is where my fate set in. A super cute boy that I had been crushing on came up to me after I performed and told me how great I did. I had tried to get to know him the year prior but he was very obviously not interested in me. I then basically forgot about him and went on with my life… He then proceeded to ask me if he could dance with me at the dance the next day… of course I said yes! I thought about it the rest of the night. You know, like how cool you have to be when he walks up and asks for a dance, practice your cute smile and flip of your hair. I thought I had it all down… then it came to the dance.
I got there and a few other guys asked me to dance… of course I turned them down waiting for my prince charming to come and ask me for a dance. Finally, I had spotted him talking to one of his friends. My heart was racing and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. He started walking my way so my smart teenage self turned around to my friends to act like I hadn’t noticed him walking my way. He stood tall next to me, towering over me, and tapped me on the shoulder trying to get my attention. I turned around and smiled. We then began to dance, the way we moved together just felt right. We had the same rhythm.
So usually when a teenage dude asks you for a dance we wants one until a hotter girl shows up.. but he stayed with me. He stayed for the rest of the night. We danced and laughed and had the time of our lives. Then, a slow song played.
The song began and I was extremely nervous. I didn’t know if I was going to be awkward, or not be able to hold a conversation. I didn’t know how it was going to work out. Then, he looked right into my eyes and I melted. I felt the love that I had been wanting to feel. He felt so right. We danced, and we sang to the song playing. At one point I could tell he was going to lean in and kiss me… but that wasn’t the right place for our first kiss, not in front of a bunch of sweaty, horny, teenage kids. I turned my head away and pulled him closer. I wanted his heartbeat near mine, so he could feel the love that I was feeling.
Later that night I went home with my friends and was reflecting on the night. I was feeling thousands of emotions and I couldn’t get him out of my head. I thought it was just the night and we wouldn’t talk again… but then I received a text.