It was 1989.
I was walking down the aisle in the church building with my father wrapped around me.
Patrick stares at me, smiling.
I smile as I stand next to him.
Me and Patrick have known each other since we were kids, but started dating in '86 on the set of Dirty Dancing. I was his co-star.
"You look beautiful" he whispers and grips onto my hand.
I smile to him as the preacher talks in front of us.

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I walk into the bar to the after party, hand in hand with Patrick.
I was dressed in a soft pink dress with white converse and Patrick was still in his tuxedo.
People fill the building, getting drinks.
Patrick grabs ahold of my hand as
'Time of my life' starts playing.
He pulls me over to the main floor, grabbing onto my waist from behind.
He slowly lifts my arm up, tracing his hand down my side.
I laugh when his fingers tickle down my body.
He pulls apart and looks at me.
"You remember it?" His smile spreads from cheek to cheek.
I nod, smiling.
Everyone crowds around us as we dance around in the same place.
We both mouth the words, smiling to each other.
Our hips thrust against each other's.
He tooth's a smile at me, holding my waist with one hand.

   As the song ends, I jump onto him and he lifts me into the air.
I wrap my limbs around him before he can put me down.

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Oh. Wow. Hey.
I just watched Dirty Dancing and had this cute ass idea and this is what happened. I hate myself rn.