So trial run, here's goes nothing.
D.D. From Photographer
He was hers the moment the words "Come dance with me. " slipped from her pale blush lips. The short dress that cut off at her knees but had a tulle extension that flowed down to her ankles had him spinning. They had become friends in Kindergarten and had been inseparable.
He had spent the last few years hiding his feelings, but the second those words came out of her mouth he said the only thing he could say "Yes". Out there on the dance floor the entire world seemed to fade away, like it was only them in the world. In that moment his guard fell down and his filter disintegrated. He knew he shouldn't say it but he said it anyway "I'm Yours"
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The Photographer's eye
RomanceThe only nameless love story I've ever written. (Probably the last one too!)