“When I was a sophomore in high school, I attended my very first dance.
There was this girl, standing across the dance floor, wearing a yellow dress.
She was so beautiful.
I didn’t have the courage to ask her to dance, perhaps for fear of the long, lonely walk back across the gym floor after being refused.
I finally willed myself to go ask, and then suddenly, she was gone. In a fleeting second she must have left.
I began to imagine what she must have been like, her laugh, certainly her kiss. I still know exactly what that feels like, though I’ve never felt it.
She’s been a figment for twenty nine years. An imagined standard by which all other women seem to have fallen terribly short.
How could they not, after I have individualised her with every quality I so long for.
I’ve never met the girl in the yellow dress.
Seeing you I guess, I just.. “.
Alan Shore.