we were at this lame high school dance.
the music was cliche and we were vulnerable.
it’s these kinds of moments that are so hard to describe because there were no words, just feelings,
and love is such an intangible thing
but when you have it in your hands, you know and you hold it so gently,
like how her hands were around my back and his were around my waist and i was looking into his eyes but it was so dark and all i could hear was her laughter and his awful singing and the too loud bass.
the lights and sophomores danced around the four of us, and suddenly it was just the four of us.
at the top of our lungs, every single lyric, swaying to the rhythm, embracing our clumsiness and lack of dance classes.
all eight eyes lit up and all four hearts happy and pounding, and i don't even care to remember anything else about that night.
me and him and her and him and having a crush is like being embraced by the three best people ever, not caring about what your hair looks like or how awful your voice sounds intertwined with Ed's angelic notes.
it was like realizing that life can feel infinite and crazy and wonderful, and even though we're stuck in this high school for the next eight months, we can still find special minutes like this that might freeze the time but make it move faster too.
the slow ballad was supposed to be romantic for those young lovers, but for us, oh for us it was drastically different.
it’s not that we were making fun of the pathetic excuse for romance, no, we were creating fun out of it, we were making it our own.
and i can only attempt to describe that moment
because words suck at their job sometimes.