Wildest Dreams.

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.

But.

It is.

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.

Complete perfection.

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.

And thus,

the roller-coaster of our relationship began.

So many ups.

Numerous downs.

Minds changed.

Late nights.

Hopes shattered.

Hands Held.

Long phone calls.

Lunch dates.

And finally,

Reassurance that he doesn't want to lose me.

I am what he wants.

Finally.

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.

And excited.

And nervous.

And wonderful.

I am happy.