The First Crush, The Last Dance
His/Her/They’re smile was like the summer sky, and when they/he/she laughed, my heart skipped a flutter. We met at the school dance/park/local coffee shop, and from that moment/second, I knew it was different. We danced/talked/shared stories all night, lost in our own little dream. But as the music slowed/faded, reality reminded me that this was