"I spent hours trying to figure out how I wanted to word this, but then I remembered the dance. Of course, the dance! How could I forget the dancing! We were at a mutual friends party, freshman year of College, and you were in the middle of the floor, living your best life. There was so many people I knew on that dance floor, but, you, the guy I had only talked to a few times stood out to me. You were radiating this pure happiness that I had never experienced before in my life. I wasn't dancing, because why would I make myself look like an absolute idiot, but I'd decided right then and there that I was going to talk to you right when you walked dance floor. And so I did. I went up to you, and we had the best conversation I have ever had with another person. That was the moment I knew this was bad, this was terrible, I was falling for you. Now please keep in mind that my sister had made me watch this stupid rom com the previous night, but by the end of the conversation, I mustered up courage to say, 'You're going to fall in love with me, just wait and see.' And you laughed, and said it was the stupidest thing you'd ever heard, but hey, look where we are now. John Quincy Brown, I know I don't deserve you in the slightest, but, will you marry me?"
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Three Hundred Sixty Five
Short StoryI'm continuing something I started in January 2020 but gave up on in an attempt to keep my writing alive. I'm already behind, but Here is 365 days of writing. (I'm using his site for prompts https://thinkwritten.com/365-creative-writing-prompts/)
