He looked so elegant in his dress uniform that I nearly melted. Of course, the red roses didn't hurt his case any. That and the fact that I was just sixteen made the attention from this young sailor beyond flattering. With butterflies ranging from my heart to my stomach and back again, I placed my trembling, chilled hand through his arm. Whatever else happened on this date was irrelevant. I'd already been swept off my eager and inexperienced feet.
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Thanks Captain Picard for helping me find a lovely memory of my youth!
1 comment:
You wrote it wonderfully!
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