A small touch of his hand made me smile.
He pulled me closer, and far-off I heard laughter and music.
I rested my head on his shoulder as we danced under the stars.
My smile grew as he spun me around and pulled me back to him.
His soft sweet smile melted my heart.
The suit he wore was vivid in color and I remember how soft it was.
Never to leave my mind is the smell of his cologne.
~Tristan
(Written sophomore year of high school)
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