knew a guy called miles. he was my dumbass. we'd met in middle school. there was this dance towards the end of the year we had for something stupid and he showed up without a date. just sat in the corner playing on his DS. i walked to him and told him we should dance. he gave me a look like a deer would give a headlight. he said, "i don't know how to dance. we don't even know each other." i told him i didn't care and that he was going to dance with me one way or another. he obeyed, slow-dancing with me to hotel california. i asked him his name, then he asked me mine. after the dance we sat out waiting for our parents to pick us up. sat there for about 20 minutes talking shit about people in the dance and just saying some overall stupid shit.
we hung out until college. he killed himself in his dorm room. we never kissed. we never dated. we never even considered pursuing a relationship. i think about it everyday.