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Low breath, low key. I keep still as I watch him dance. His feet move quickly, gracefully, perfectly to the music. It is odd how well he can keep not only my gaze but the other girls as well. For he is not cute. He is not stunning. He is barely interesting at all. Yet in those small movements he has caused all to forget why we avoided him. Why we thought that he could be one of us.

Around and around he can twirl, yet gracefully regain his pose, almost as well as any girl. But he is no girl and I am pretty sure he is not gay. I hope he is not gay. Why should it matter to me though?

The music stops and he stops as well. And his gaze... he is looking directly at me. Can he see how terrified I am? How he has captured my gaze and kept it, never wandering for a second? He looks so confused, but then he is led away. I look down to the floor distraught.

It is how I've always wanted to feel, but never how I imagined it. I wanted to find a guy that looked as handsome as I have always imagined him, not some plain guy. I wanted a guy who would protect me from anything and everything, a chivalrous man. This plain boy, a thirteen year old, had no muscles, no nothing. And how could I, being seventeen, ever have dreamt of something like this.

This powerful emotion that with even a breath could overtake me. And I would crumble to the floor. He could not know what he was doing to me. I cannot believe...love... after all of these years. And it had taken mere seconds to find. It could not be love though. He was much too young, too insignificant. But does that matter?

I can feel my blood begin to boil. And I know that I have messed things up, perhaps permanently. My friends all stare at me like I'm crazy. Maybe I am. Sometimes things have a way of taking over you. Obviously love is one of them.

Never before could I have imagined dating someone so much younger than me. So small. So fragile. Someone who could not feel the same things that I was. And he probably never would. I would be leaving school soon. And from there I would leave the state. I would go somewhere far away and he would never know how I felt.

"Hey are you okay?" My best friend asks me, obviously concerned. I nod a small insignificant nod and turn towards her. She places a hand on my shoulder, understanding. I put my head down and walk with my friends, leaving a small piece of myself behind.

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saphireblood
21:51 Apr 09 2008

Awesome story. It's not real life though is it?

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