we were at a school dance and she asked me “are we gonna have our first kiss tonight?”
i said yes. it didn’t happen immediately though. but at the end of the night “love story” by taylor swift came on, and even though we have four collective left feet, we did our best to slow dance. and then i looked her in the eyes at the very end, and she kissed me, and i held her really close, and there were vague sounds of our friends giggling and squealing around us.
i yelled “i love—“ into the air behind her and then realised i probably shouldn’t say “i love you” yet. i don’t think she heard. two weeks later we broke up.