12 February 2011

Last night

was that night most girls were dreaming of ever since they realized that the Cinderella story could happen to anyone, that night most boys were preparing for in hopes of clinching that princess they were sure was for them, that night were people knew they would be spending the first night of their nights together with people they were sure they'd be with forever -- prom night.

For the record, I attended both my junior and senior prom. For the other record, I cherish both immensely. And no, I am not covering up some bitter issues because I honestly believe those two proms were among the things I never would forget, despite my usual display of apathy towards several things.

However, I never went to prom with that special someone, mostly because I've never met him yet. Granted, last year's was close to magical, the perfect dress, the perfect date (who, unfortunately, I just didn't harbor romantic feelings for *sigh*), the perfect night, but without that perfect one.

...oh shoot, I'm being my closeted hopeless romantic self once more.