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"Save The Last Dance", by Sandra E.
Copyright © 2001, Age 14

I inhaled the smell, his smell. It was intoxicating I held him close like it was the end of the world. To me it was. It was the first time I had been close to him in a month, since he dumped me. There was only me and him in the room that night, in my head of course, me, him and the music. I felt like I was floating on air. Tears stung my eyes, but I forced them back. Then I looked over and realized there was more people in the room, Happy couples, in a love that was so fresh and new. I looked up at him and a tear fell down my cheek, one after another they followed each other. I concealed the pain, and buried my face in his sweater. This was the end as I knew it. Then the song was over. "I Love You Bren," I whispered lightly so he couldn’t hear. "I Love You More Than You can Ever Know." He thanked me for the dance, gave me a hug and walked away, just like he walked out of my life. The only love I’ve ever known, walked out of my life. I felt I should cry goodbye or so long after him. But I stood still. I let reality sink in. I walked solemnly over and sat on a chair, near people who knew and already met the thing I call, reality.

But before you knew it, it was another slow song, but this one meant more. It was our "song" you know every couple has one, well this song was ours. My body froze. No, don’t happen I thought, this is not happening. I put up my hands to cover my face and let out a sob, I stood there in the middle of this big valentines dance, crying like a baby. Friends held me, they cried too, but only out of pity. I heard his voice laugh, with his friends. I heard him enjoy himself, he didn’t miss me. I just stood and cried for a couple of minutes. Then I walked out, I turned toward him, looked him in the eyes, and asked him to dance. He nodded his head in consent and lead me to the dance floor again. It was harder this time to keep the tears in, so I let them fall. He looked at me and asked if I was okay. OKAY?! My heart screamed. YOU DUMPED ME my mind yelled. I ignored what my heart and head was saying and looked into his gorgeous brown eyes and said no. I told him I was not okay because I was not going to this dance, with the person I wanted to, the person I loved, him. He was quiet then he gave me a squeeze, another tear danced down my face. It wasn’t the last tear for that dance, it won’t ever be the last tear for him.

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