It's our prom night. He's slow dancing with her, but somehow ends up right across from me...our eyes meet more than once with the intensity of a thousand suns. We both know what we feel, but it can't be. He's my best friend's ex for crying out loud. The song ends and I quickly move away breaking the connection forming between us. The next slow dance, I look for my date in the crowd, but cannot seem to find him, so I go to take a quick bathroom break. As I'm walking away, he quickly releases his date and makes some excuse, runs up behind me and grabs my wrist. I turn, smiling, thinking it's my date, and before I can resist, he pulls me to him and starts to dance with me. I fit perfectly into his arms...I finally found a place where I belong.

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