I'm dreaming of a universe in which I go to high school, I make friends, I go to prom, I am a teenager, normal, regular. Not anxious, nervous, or sick.
I'm dreaming of someone (him, you, someone) to recreate prom; I get to buy a dress and we go dance and get drunk behind the school and kiss under the bleachers. We aren't perfect but we love each other and I'm not sick, nervous, or anxious.
I come home late, giggling and guilty. I go to bed and end up regretting everything in the morning. But I'm not alone. I don't find out how the world hurts too soon and I enjoy those moments of high school heartbreak.
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