Love starts slow and gentle. You don't notice it at first. It's like that crack in the ceiling you know about but never really, completely recognized. You don't notice the danger it could pose for you and all your belongings. You walk past it, like it's nothing, but then you see it. You can't ignore it, it's like you finally saw each other.
For me, that was Beck. He had crystal blue eyes and pure, black hair. his heart stopping smile threw me for a loop. We didn't know each other yet, but we would with one simple dance. It was the school's annual Winter Formal.
I went with my friends, like all the other years before, we got dressed, we left, and we danced. However, this dance was different because I danced with someone new. It was Beck. Now you may not know, but for us it was new. We only ever danced with girls, it what society shoved down our throats.
We joined hands and began to slowly dance to the rhythm of the last slow song. We were watched like criminals that night, but we didn't care. To them we were faggots, to us, we were being our true selves. In that moment, two strangers changed high school life and their very own.
We later came to marry but, that dance didn't last long. Beck got cancer. We didn't know how to feel. We went home broken, but then he said something. He said,"Death hasn't gotten me yet, and I won't die until then. I'm going to live." So, we started living. We did all the things we said we'd do but never did.
Eventually, the virus took over and I said goodbye to my dance partner. Even in death, his eyes never lost their youthful glow. Love brought us together, and love keeps us together. It's our private rope. I still feel him tug every so often.
As the days go on, I can feel myself draw closer to the night we met. Like he's still waiting for me to take his hand and amaze our peers. Tonight is the anniversary. Tonight I will dance, but I will not be alone.
Take me back to the night we met
