THE FIRST CRUSH, THE LAST DANCE

The First Crush, The Last Dance

His/Her/They’re smile was like a bright star, and when they/he/she laughed, my heart skipped a beat/rhythm. We met at the school dance/park/local coffee shop, and from that moment/second, I knew it was something extraordinary. We danced/talked/shared stories all night, lost in our own little universe. But as the music came to a close, reality re

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