I know I said that I didn’t care about you not being able to go to prom, not being able to be there for me, but I’m really hurting right now. Everyone is posting pictures of their dresses and dates and they just look so beautiful and happy. But we didn’t get that. I mean, yes, we are like 10 million times happier than a lot of those couple and even closer to each other than that. For once, though, I feel like they beat us. We were supposed to go to prom last year. Didn’t happened. You dumped me and went with your friends and had an amazing time and look so happy in those pictures. I’m so jealous. That’s all I wanted this year: prom. Not homecoming. Homecoming is pointless. Prom is a big deal. Most people only get 2 chances to go to prom. I wasted 2 of my 3. I hope we go next year. I pray that we do. I want to see you all dressed up in a tux and see your reaction to my floor-length ball gown. I want to go to a fancy resturant and hold your hand over our meal. I want to go back to our house and put up with a million pictures before rushing off to the Durham. I want to be in your arms for the entire dance, just thinking about how perfect the entire thing is. Then I want to go to our houses to change and head off to after-prom where you kick my ass in all the casino games and beat me in the obstical courses. It probably won’t happen though…why would a sophomore in college ever want to go to a high school prom…
