This is not a love story #4…
They glided together. He held his sweaty hand in hers. Couple skate had never mattered until sixth grade. This was the first boy she wanted for her own. Adolescent possession disguised as puppy love. The florescent lights were dimmed. The disco ball threw giant silver freckles across his face. This was love. Wet hands and translucent face glitter. They skated around and around and around. She never wanted it to stop. She never wanted the lights to come back up. She never wanted to leave that safe circle. It was enough. His name? Joseph Knight.
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