Don't you like to dance? I asked you.
Not really, you admitted.
But then, later, on the dancefloor.
I was dancing and you were dancing.
Your hands were on my waist.
The music was loud but it felt good.
In white, you were so handsome.
I looked at you sideways and you were smiling.
That made me smile.
It was so easy to make you laugh.
You and I sang to Neon Moon.
You taught me how to two-step.
Here are three quick facts.
I was happy.
You were the first boy I danced with.
I wanted you to kiss me.
