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Prom Night (The First Dance)
Music blaring...
Hearts beating...
Smiles beaming...
It was like I was someone else,
standing on the dance floor moving my hips.
A corsage with two rose on my left wrist.
The promise ring that he gave me on my right hand.
I never liked dancing in public.
Mostly because I felt like a fool in front of so many people.
So many gallant faces ready to judge me at the drop of a pin.
But surrounded by friends, and the love of my life.
I felt alive I felt full.
My heart was fluttering and my mind was racing.
Too much magic...
Too much love...
Too much amazingness...
Too much ice cream...
To0o much Shirley Temples...
But so worth it.
The layers of my black dress swaying as I move,
arms raised in the air.
Dancing in a crowd, laughing and smiling.
Smileing at him...
The one that I love.
The one that I want to be with forever.
The beat drops, and the music starts up slow.
Slow and beautiful.
Like a flower blooming in the spring.
Or a first love become strong as days past.
My arms around his shoulders, his on my waist.
And we dance...
When I was younger I often dreamed of dancing with a guy.
His arms holding me against him.
His eyes locked onto me.
Both of us blushing because we were nervous and happy at the same time.
Never did I imagine that one day it would happen to me.
That I would stand with the man that I want to be with for the rest of forever.
And I would be dancing...
Dancing with me head on his shoulder.
His arms around me.
Touching the bareness of my back where the dress does not cover.
My skin feeling so cold under the warmth of his touch.
This was the dance that I had waited for.
The guy swooping the girl off her feet and out onto the dance floor.
Just like in the movies.
Or in books, in fairytales.
It was right out of a movie, a fairytale.
It was so full of magic and love.
That it just feels like a dream...
A dream.
Because it was so beautiful that I am afraid that it couldn't be real.
It was so innocent.
So beautiful and innocent and magical.
That I want to cry just remembering it.
Because it was my first dance with a guy.
The first dance that I went to, and the first one that I had.
And it was...
Everything that I thought it would be and more.
And I would love to rewind and relive it all over again.
Hearts beating...
Smiles beaming...
It was like I was someone else,
standing on the dance floor moving my hips.
A corsage with two rose on my left wrist.
The promise ring that he gave me on my right hand.
I never liked dancing in public.
Mostly because I felt like a fool in front of so many people.
So many gallant faces ready to judge me at the drop of a pin.
But surrounded by friends, and the love of my life.
I felt alive I felt full.
My heart was fluttering and my mind was racing.
Too much magic...
Too much love...
Too much amazingness...
Too much ice cream...
To0o much Shirley Temples...
But so worth it.
The layers of my black dress swaying as I move,
arms raised in the air.
Dancing in a crowd, laughing and smiling.
Smileing at him...
The one that I love.
The one that I want to be with forever.
The beat drops, and the music starts up slow.
Slow and beautiful.
Like a flower blooming in the spring.
Or a first love become strong as days past.
My arms around his shoulders, his on my waist.
And we dance...
When I was younger I often dreamed of dancing with a guy.
His arms holding me against him.
His eyes locked onto me.
Both of us blushing because we were nervous and happy at the same time.
Never did I imagine that one day it would happen to me.
That I would stand with the man that I want to be with for the rest of forever.
And I would be dancing...
Dancing with me head on his shoulder.
His arms around me.
Touching the bareness of my back where the dress does not cover.
My skin feeling so cold under the warmth of his touch.
This was the dance that I had waited for.
The guy swooping the girl off her feet and out onto the dance floor.
Just like in the movies.
Or in books, in fairytales.
It was right out of a movie, a fairytale.
It was so full of magic and love.
That it just feels like a dream...
A dream.
Because it was so beautiful that I am afraid that it couldn't be real.
It was so innocent.
So beautiful and innocent and magical.
That I want to cry just remembering it.
Because it was my first dance with a guy.
The first dance that I went to, and the first one that I had.
And it was...
Everything that I thought it would be and more.
And I would love to rewind and relive it all over again.
Published 28th Apr 2012
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28th Apr 2012 1:35pm
Absolutely loved this. So full of apprehension, excitement and joy. I hope this is about your memories because, if so, what a fantastic one to have. Great write and thank you so much for sharing.
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