TheSurgeon
Leaping, the dancers lead the way into the tent. Lights were everywhere, strung up as thick as stars in the night sky. I held my date's hand. It was joy that I felt with her. Even if we weren't at a giant festival, I would have felt this way.
I loved him in a summer frenzy, our lips pressed together in wild abandon. He and I both knew that we would not last, but we hoped and prayed beyond our doubts. He left in the same way we met: with a wave of a hand and a witty comment on his lips.
She was beautiful, a wild girl with legs like steel. I watched her, hair flowing everywhere as she ran. But she was getting ahead of me! I tried to catch up with her or even get in front of her, but I was too captivated.