Literature
Our Song
My arms around your neck, your arms around my waist, standing there, saying nothing as we dance to our song. We are the only ones slow dancing because our song is fast, but we don't care, because it's ours. We hardly see the people around us in the crowded gym, we are too busy watching the memories in each others eyes. I'm thinking about our past, how you were always there for me, no matter what the situation be. You saved me and protected me, and asked for nothing in return. I can tell you're thinking about the same thing, by that glimmer in your eye. Your thoughts shift to what we've been through and, all of our good times. I think of your