This is totally stupid.
I should not be this excited.
I've been to a gazillion dances.
Homecomings. Preferences. Sadies. Proms.
Been there, done that.
This one shouldn't be any different.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
I have been asked to my Senior Prom.
My last and final dance.
I have never been to a dance with someone I care about.
Someone I am falling for.
The boys have always been good friends ready for a good time.
And it was fun.
But I think every girl has dreamed of that fairytale night.
Wearing the dream dress.
Going to a Grand Ball.
With her Prince Charming.
I am incredibly lucky.
Not even in my wildest dreams did I ever think he would choose me.
Over the years, I have always noticed him.
There is this certain light he protrudes.
I don't know quite know how to explain it.
But man... It has drawn me in.
It all started last summer.
On a little experience called Trek.
I fell. Hard.
Due to a list of complications...
We didn't speak much after.
Thats a long story.
But a month ago...
He came over.
And to my surprise,
We picked up right where we left off.
Nothing had changed.
Chemistry was SO there.
It always has been.
the roller-coaster of our relationship began.
So many ups.
Long phone calls.
Reassurance that he doesn't want to lose me.
I am what he wants.
I have waited so long.
And I am not letting this one go.
No matter what.
This hasn't been easy.
But so unbelievably worth it.
I feel giddy.
I am happy.