When your legs don't work like they used to before

And I can't sweep you off of your feet

Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love

Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks

I was in the middle of the dance floor alone, with only a dim light shining on me.

Darkness surrounded the rest.

The only noise I heard was the soft music of Ed Sheeran.

Oh me I fall in love with you every single day

And I just wanna tell you I am

A dark figure came towards me, and I backed away scared.

'Am I gonna get killed? ' I thought.

The figure came closer, but the light didn't shine on him, he was still a shadow with intense eyes.

He put his hand on my waist with the other holding my hand.

So honey now

Take me into your loving arms.

I couldn't feel my body, I couldn't breath properly.

The only thing I felt was this strong tingly feeling in my chest.

From my hands to my toes.

We moved in sync, slow like gentle waves, and graceful like a ballerina.

All I could make out of him were his eyes.

When I looked at him from the corner of my eye, I could see him.

Tall, brown hair done up, suit and tie.

He looked hot, but when I looked at him straight he was blurry like a shadowy image.

It made my head hurt.

So I layed my head on his surprisingly warm chest where I could feel his heart.

Place your head on my beating heart

I'm thinking out loud

Maybe we found love right where we are.

I wanted to ask him, "who are you?"

But my dream self just wanted to lay there comfortably.

I was relaxed and I didn't want to ruin the moment.

But he did, he cuffed my face with his hand, and was leaning towards me.

I closed my eyes, and waited for our lips to crash, but as he was about to close the gap I woke up.

My body felt hot, and I was sweating.

That guy, I couldn't remember exactly what I was thinking about, but I knew it was a good dream, because I still felt what I felt in the dream.

I stood there, replaying the scenes in my head. Daydreaming even, until my alarm clock went off that it was time for school.

I cursed, all that time I could've fallen back to sleep.

I walked towards my bathroom and washed my face, after I washed my face I looked at myself in the mirror.

I'm not that ugly.

I've heard that a simple step for self love is to wake up every morning and point out something that you like about yourself.

So.. I liked my nose. It was cute. It suited my face. I also like my eyes because they were my Dad's, and I loved my dad. I also like my eyebrows.

They were pretty good, even without makeup.

It's gonna be a good day Koleen, I smiled at myself.

Because of my positive mood this morning, I picked out a different outfit other than the normal leggings and T-shirt, something out of my comfort zone but still made me feel cute.

I wore some pink Adidas sweats, a matching pink tank, a cropped white jacket and my white Adidas sneakers.

I put my hair up in a sleek pony tail, then headed to the kitchen where my mom was getting ready to leave.

"Bye mom! Have a good day!" I called out, but I was too late so she just closed the door on me leaving me alone.

Normally, I didn't mind it, but it did broke me just alittle.

I sighed and ate leftover egg whites from yesterday, serving it with some wheat toast and cranberry juice.

At least breakfast will get me in a good mood..

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It was barely 9:54a.m and I was already in a pissy mood.

Some freshman boys behind me were laughing, and giggling as we were going up the stairs.

My guess?

They were staring at my ass.

I stopped and gave them a warning look, who they in return gave me an innocent look.

Fucking boys.

I was so frustrated and angry at the incident that I almost bumbed into Bryson on my way to second period.

I stumbled back, and looked up at him.

He looked tensed.

"Hey." He smiled showing his white teeth.

"Hi." I smiled back, my frustration slowly going down.

"So homecoming is this week.." He said, fumbling with the end of his backpack straps.

"Yeah...?" I said more as a question than an answer. I didn't know where he was heading with this.

He didn't play football so i couldn't watch him play..

"Do you maybe wanna go together? You and me?" He shifted his weight from left to right and looked down at me.

"Where?" I asked totally lost.

He looked at me confused then replied, "The dance. The homcoming dance."

I looked at him, then laughed.

"Are you serious? Honey I won't go with you unless you mean it by giving me an actual homecoming proposal." I joked sarcastically then walked towards my class.

A few minutes settling into class, I got bored with our lecture so my mind decided to analyze Bryson's proposal.

Was he really serious?

I mean, he did look nervous didn't he?

He also seemed sincere.

And that happens when they actually mean it right?

Shit! What if I actually blew my one and only proposal to my first homecoming dance?

Wow this will be a great story to tell my kids someday, ' honey, i never actually went to homecoming because the only person who ever asked me was rejected because i thought he was joking.'

Wow, what a story.

A sad, but very funny story.

I was back to reality when my teacher slammed an assignment on my desk.

Shit.

Thanks alot Bryson.

Thanks for invading my thoughts during school hours in class.

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