You grew up without many crushes. Simply people didn’t interest you, you had you first relationship at 14 and it only lasted a week, broken off by you as you lost interest immediately. Years later, you sit at work gazing at one of your colleagues that occasionally comes in two-three times a week. You couldn’t help but think of how gorgeous she was. You could push your feelings off for anyone else except her. She was like the sun on a rainy day. She was your light, yet you’ve had no courage to confess.

Now you’re stuck glancing at her, thinking of how she’d feel in your arms. How she’d smile at you as she did at everyone else. You could imagine dancing with her, yet it was all just a dream. Holding her body, her hands, spinning her around and smelling her perfume. You couldn’t help but blush and you stood up and walked to her. She instantly lit up when she saw you coming over. “did you hear of that dancing event coming up? I got asked by a friend of mine, are you going?” she said cheerfully, it burned knowing she would be holding onto someone else.