FIRST CRUSH, LAST DANCE

His/Her/They’re smile was like a bright star, and when they/he/she laughed, my heart skipped a beat/rhythm. We met at the school dance/park/local coffee shop, and from that instant, I knew it was special. We danced/talked/shared stories all night, lost in our own little world/bubble. But as the music slowed/faded, reality crashed down that this