I'm An Addict For Dramatics, I Confuse The Two For Love.

February 19th.
I remember it like it was yesterday.
Even though it isn't.

When I walked onto that dance floor,
I had one goal: Have fun.
And believe me, I did.
Especially when I saw him on the dance floor.

That night, we never stopped dancing.
Every song, we never were far from one another.
Whether we were dancing, or with others,
We saved songs for each other.
And all I had to do?

Just look at him.

After the fun was over, I'd given him my cell number.
Told him to text me sometime.
And he did: the next day.

He told me how hot I was,
How he'd enjoyed the night before.
And how we should hang out sometime.

But the next day, when we got back to school.
It's like he wanted nothing to do with me.
But it's really funny; when we were touring schools,
He always wanted to talk to me.

I'd say I'm really confused, but I think I know what's going on here:
I'm probably not 'cool' enough for him.

Well, sorry I love band and music so much.