Upward Bound Dance
The dance was fun. Almost. But I also almost cried. Twenty minutes to go and all I could think about was Mark. In the middle of the dancefloor I stopped dancing. People stared at me. I hadn't even realized I'd stopped until someone asked why. Memories flooding back. I miss his smile, his smirk, his silliness. I miss his dancing. I miss his flirting. His sweetness. I miss you boy. So much. But you know that.