“Swing Dance Aftermath”


After flirting with him for weeks at swing dance, I got horribly sick. Early in the morning, he showed up at my door with a mug of hot chocolate. It was stupid and random and perfect.


Postscript: We broke up 5 months later because I was too afraid to let him know how that I needed him as much as he needed me.

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