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I see you standing by the food stand
And make my way over,
Hoping for a special moment
As I remember that night
When the stars were out
And the music played
And we danced close together
With our arms around each other
Even though we’d only met that day.
I remember how excited I was
So excited and happy and hopeful,
But so nervous that I couldn’t speak.
The night was so beautiful
And it was all so nice
That I just kept smiling
Even though it hurt because
I knew that my silence was hurting me
And making my chances worse.
But I just couldn’t find anything to say
Because my brain wouldn’t work
With you standing so close to me.
And now I hoped that I could speak
And maybe we’d relive that night sometime.
“Hi, Craig.” I say as I reach you
But you just look at me oddly, and say
“Do I know you?”
“Um, yeah, we…” I stammered
As I try to figure out
How could you possibly forget me?
How could you not know me?
But they’re calling you
And before I could find the right words,
You turn and walk away
Taking my hopes with you.



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savetheplanetThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Jan. 18 at 10:52 pm:
Oh, it's so sad!  And yet very beautiful, not angsty at all.   :D
 
RedFeatherThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 19 at 9:16 am :
Well, I guess there are a lot of fish in the sea, but I'll remember the guy I first slow-danced with for a long time, even if he doesn't remember me :)
 
savetheplanetThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 20 at 1:46 pm :
I always remember the firsts, the first time I slow danced with a guy we were all alone on the marina at night, they were the most beautiful moments of my life.  The first time a guy asked for my number and I don't think I'd ever texted someone as much as we did that first week.  :D
 
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