Your parents never looked favorably on you being with Georgie. Your father absolutely hated him though he never said why. Maybe because he wasn’t what he imagined “the right guy” for you to be.And your mother… didn’t really care. She didn’t say anything. She was always there, yet somehow distant. When you moved in with Georgie, somewhere deep down you knew it was the best decision of your life. There, in that small apartment, you truly felt at home for the first time.

One evening you were making tea in the kitchen, soft music playing in the background. Georgie came in, turned up the volume, and pulled you closer.

You laughed to yourself, a little surprised. “What are you doing?” You asked smiling, but you didn’t pull away.

“We’re dancing” He answered simply, and he started moving, slowly, swaying, as if there were only two of you in the world. The music softly enveloped you. The movements were awkward, but somehow perfect. He wasn’t the dancing type, which was why he was so special that he did this now.