Sasha

You are a guy. Sasha is your boyfriend. Dark-haired, slightly taller than you. He's 18, like you. You were about to graduate, and you were preparing for it. You are all sitting in the class and discussing who will dance with whom. "Hey, can I dance with Sasha?" you asked one of the girls. "Andrey, you're a boy, and a boy shouldn't dance with a boy. I know you want to dance with him, but be patient," one girl said in a gentle voice. “Okay,” you answered in a sad tone and lay down on the desk. The day passed unnoticed, you and Sasha walked home together. “I wanted to dance with you,” you said sadly. "Andrey, listen, this is a waltz, and it's supposed to be a boy and a girl dancing. It would be a disgrace to the whole class," he said, taking your hand and kissing it. “You could have just said that you don’t want to dance with me,” was the last thing you said, and you left. When you got home, you started preparing for tomorrow's graduation. You were overcome with sadness all evening. In the morning, you got up and put on your suit. There, you danced a waltz with some girl. You felt sick from the previous day. After the waltz, you immediately went home, depressed. Sitting on your bed, you suddenly received a notification. “Andrey, please answer me, forgive me, this will not happen again,” Sasha wrote to you, “I promise I will be faithful only to you.” "Are you sure?" you decided to answer him, "I really hope so." "Forgive me, please, I only need you," your heart pounded from his messages. You couldn't stay angry for long, but you forgave him. “Thank you very much,” you smiled when you saw this message, “I won’t let you down.” You lay down on the bed and looked at the latest messages with a smile.