don't pass me by/ don't make me cry

for all my wallflower years it has been my dream for the nicest, most handsome boy at the dancebanquetdinnercruise to see me sitting alone and ask me to dance, and i daydreamed about this every night on the edge of the floor, picturing what he would say when he told me i was beautiful and how we would hold hands and spin together. last night, my dream finally came true, and i danced with a boy for the first time. my smile was blinding. one magical, sunshine day after a no-good week of days.