Mr. Pop and I danced around his bedroom just the two of us. He'd twirl me around, and we both would sing the chorus to "All the pretty girls" by Fun. We were a little off key and sang way too loudly, but looking into his eyes and feeling that genuine happiness makes up for the pain I felt when we ended.
Those are the moments I hold onto. Mr. Pop and I may no longer speak, hang out or even see each other on our way to class, but for the time that we spent together, we did have lots of fun. Sometimes I wish that we could have still talked every once in a while, but at least we were able to enjoy ourselves during the time that we had.
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