Some love stories never end—they wait for the right moment to begin again.
I fell in love with Trina when we were young girls, back when we danced in the playground, and she made me feel safe enough to become who I really was. She never judged me for wearing heels or talking about clothes. She just smiled and said, “Red isn’t your colour. Steal a green one instead.”
Two years ago, she disappeared. No note, no goodbye. Just gone, along with my prom dress and my heart.
Now I’m nineteen and getting ready for the Christmas college dance. I’ve come so far, but I still think about Trina every minute. And suddenly, here she is walking into my class like nothing bad happened, wearing lumberjack jeans, with a Cabbage Patch Kid’s face I’d love to kiss. Only, she seems not to remember me, or maybe she’s only trying to save my feelings… Either way, it’s obvious Trina never loved me. The end.
I want to hate her for what happened two years ago, but I can’t. Because even after everything, I’m in love with her.
This is the story of how I tried to let go of my heart, and how love didn’t let me. Of dancing through grief, finding our own strength, and remembering who we used to be. It’s about a song that never stopped playing, and how Trina and I danced our way back to each other. This is the story of the best Christmas present ever.
