This is dedicated to my Girlfriend Canta. Thank you for being there, and for loving me for who I am.

Dancing Snowflakes

I kissed her because I could...I wanted to...I did it.

I have been waiting for this moment since the day I first saw her on that winter's day: sitting in the back of the cafeteria, glancing at the window beside her. The girl with raven black hair, eyes the color of mud; the girl wearing tan hiking boots, pale blue jeans, and a turquoise sweater.

Smiling. Laughing. I wondered why she smiled and laughed. Perhaps it was the snowflakes dancing in midair and landing gracefully on the ground. Perhaps it was the hotdog she was eating.
I wondered why I didn't see her before. Of course, I've seen her many times, but not like today.

No. Today was different.

Her smile. Her laughter. Ketchup smeared across her right cheek.

"She's always sitting at the back of the classroom."

"She's always daydreaming."

"She's always looking at the window and smiling at lunch time."

The people around her would say. Their words prevented me from approaching her.

Two tables away from where she's sitting. I wished I could bring myself to stand up and walk up to her, ignoring their awed faces and whispers.

"Why did you smile?"

"Why did you laugh?"

I could ask her.

I could...I wanted to...I didn't do it.

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A/N: Yes, it's back, although I've decided to do something different. Each piece will be a separate story. Some will be told in first person, some in third person. They will all deal with different situations and perspectives.

Constructive criticism is welcomed.