Her Prom Date

I want to dance with her and feel the embarrassment flood into my cheeks and stop my feet from moving fluently.

I want to take in her scent as my face buries away into her shoulder to both hide and show my affection.

I want to be relaxed by the slowness of the notes echoing in the room and by the lulling strides she leads.

I want to hear her hums against my ear as we dance, letting me know she’s as happy as I am.

I want to witness her in that beautiful dress that she presents so well, so stunningly.

I want to cause her to smile and be happy that I was able to attend the ball with her.

Most of all, I want to experience her lips moving in the form of a sincere, “I love you.”

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