Her mom was the dance teacher. Practice was held in her basement. Sitting there across the room, her eyes sparkled like the fairy in the moon. Being the shy teenagers that we were, even making eye contact with each other seemed like an impossibility. But her flower petals fluttered the wings to my butterfly so strongly that I had to say "hello". Of course I would faint if I said "hello" in person. I did so in form of poetry and origami. "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." says Plato. So I started writing her poems, folding them into origami hearts, and hiding them around her basement for her to find. I'm going to venture and say that it worked because that was back in 2015 and she hasn't rejected my poems (yet).