Nothing would leave me for fulfilled and satisfied in life than dancing with a girl. The thought of just getting lost in a young girls eyes whilst moving in tandem - willingly and longingly - makes me want to weep. Gripping her hands and swaying about with chemical sparks of what makes up love practically shooting off in any and all direction like a firework. There's something so warped and wrong in the fact that I cannot, and likely will not be ever able to do this. I've been to a singular school dance in my entire life, and I spent the three hours alone sulking in the corner of the venue, all short-lived attempts at getting into the large wealth of students dancing in the center being rejected by my own embarrassment. I have so much love to give and no-one to give it to. Kill me now.