I feel you pull me against you for the first time, nervously like we’re kids at a junior high dance. I hear your laughter as we danced, gripping each other, holding each other, tripping over the rocks, tripping over each other. I hear the surprise in your voice because you surprised yourself when the words “dance with me” came out of your mouth. I see your face when you ask me to dance in the dark, under the stars as the last band played. I see the slight confusion flash quickly over your face and quickly disappear as you discover I’d seen your band perform the night before, as you wonder why you didn’t see me last night, why you didn’t notice me before. I see your face as we laugh and joke and get to know one another. I see you take my arm and trace my tattoo. I see you sitting down beside me in your black hoodie, your khaki shorts, and your red converse shoes, wearing the same hat that’s currently sitting on top of my dresser. You see, I can see the day we met every time I close my eyes.
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