Christmas Dance.

The feeling just doesn't go away.

It's lasted almost 24 hours now.

Whenever I think about it, the same butterflies flutter in my stomach.

It was my first dance with a boy. I couldn't stop looking at him.

He's just a friend, yet my stomach wouldn't stop flipping, my eyes wouldn't wander away from his face, and I couldn't stop smiling.

The feeling of his warm hands on my waist and my arms around his neck feels so good.

Comforting.

And it doesn't go away.

But why is it that I slow danced with two other friends, yet it wasn't as amazing as the first?

Why didn't I have butterflies with them?

Why was it only the first?

And why, only, do I keep thinking of the dance with him?