the little dance called prom

by far, this night had to have been one of the bests. it all commenced when the boys arrived early saturday afternoon. taylor came to the door and i was thinking how fiiine he looked in that tux. my family sat around us, got comfy (i'm surprised they didn't break out the popcorn for the show) to watch my sister and i pin the flowers on our dates. let me just tell you, its not as easy as it looks. there were two very long and very sharp pins and my boy is lucky he survived my attempting tries. and oh, he brought me the most beautiful corsage. with cream colored orchids. because he knows i would choose wildflowers over roses anyday. then we took pictures outside, under a dreary grey sky. but hey, it didn't bother us 'cause we had each other. and also because we are obviously too cool to make normal face expressions. after a few goodbyes we headed to our seperate prom destinations. downtown on the square, the twinkling lights could be seen through the huge glass windows inside the building. delicate pieces of fabric draped over strings of lights on the walls, candles floated in glasses filled with purple tinted water. it was beyond good to see everyone from the school again. his friends are amazing and made me feel welcome like they always do. we ate dinner. we talked. and we danced our hearts out. we're talking about the kind of dance-till-the-bottoms-of-your-feet-look-like-hobo-feet dancing. and for the record, i prefer slow dancing with my guy. he makes me smile inside and out, he makes me feel truly beautiful. we stayed a little after to help clean up. then literally ran through the crosswalk to his car because the night was freezing cold. he held my hand until i fell asleep on the long ride home. he drove carefully as to not wake me. and the rest is left to look back on as wonderful memories. he is the perfect gentleman, the sweetest boy i've ever known. people, i'm very much in love with the guy who took me to the prom of two thousand twelve.