Dancing to "Purple Rain" by Prince. He held me tight.Hands on my hips lightly. Swaying. Side to side. I looked into his eyes, twinkling. I was the only one he cared for in this moment. We shared a silent conversation andsmiled when I looked away.
The rain was coming down hard and the thunder only brought us closer.My dress was ruined, but i didn't care. His tuxedo was soaked as well, but his smile never faded.
He whispered, even though we were the only ones arounnd, "You look gorgeous." I laughed loud becuase i knew i had make up running.
I love that you recognize the cliche! Now you should flip it, like in that moment something totally unexpected happens, then it would no longer be cliche!
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