I remember the girl. I remember that distinctive smile, a little closed-mouth "come hither" crook. I remember her blonde hair, about almost brushing the base of her neck. I remember how it was ruffled with the dancing of the night, ruffled for what she hoped might come afterwards. Though it was still straight, fluffy, bouncing, and held back with a red headband. Her dress was a sky blue affair, with Peter Pan puffed sleeves i think. There might've been a lighter skyblue jacket, I don't know. I remember how the skirt would be flung, though not near enough, with each swing of her hips.
I remember really wanting her.
