bella swan,
I didn’t really want to go to prom. I didn’t want to shop for a nice dress and pretty shoes. I didn’t want to have my hair styled and my face made up. I didn’t want to dance, to eat, to pose for photos, to make small talk even with my batchmates and friends... I just never understood what’s so magical about it. But I did wonder why it seemed to change people. What is it with prom that makes them bolder and braver?
Take all those sweet-slash-cute-slash-embarrassing public promposals for instance. I may have helped a few, fine, a lot of my friends with theirs—planning when, where, and how to say it, writing variations of “WILL YOU BE MY PROM DATE?” in big colorful letters, and buying flowers—quite a number of times but I still can’t really explain why even the shyest and most hesitant of guys subject themselves (and their prospective dates) to that kind of publicity.
“And catch the last weekend of the last week…”
I never understood, too, why people feel that prom is the best time to make amends and start over—these exes who have carefully and purposefully avoided each other almost the entire year, for example. He asked her to dance; she was uncertain, but she accepted. It was awkward. They couldn’t look at each other, didn’t talk to each other... but before the song ended, he removed her hand from his shoulder, clasped a silver charm bracelet around her wrist, and without explanation led her back to her seat. Now, weeks after prom, they’re talking to each other again and are looking like they’re on the verge of getting back together.
And I really could not answer why prom would be the best time to tell someone how much you care for her. Why does “I like you” have to be said in dim lighting while slow dancing? I didn’t really get how one event could make people take risks, jump at chances, and just plain do unexpected things until... well, until you asked me.
“Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced… another sun soaked season fades away…”
Your public promposal, with the banner and the balloons and the singing, was one of the sweetest, most unexpected things to ever happen to me (even if I was blushing furiously while my classmates were hooting and clapping the entire time).
That crush we had on each other several years ago made things so awkward between us that I didn’t think we’d be friends again, let alone go to prom together. I didn’t think you’d like me as more than a friend again.
I’m glad I said yes. I’m glad that I bought a nice dress and pretty shoes and that I had my hair styled and my face made up. I’m happy to have talked, laughed, and danced with you. I’m happy that you decided to make a move, to risk this second chance.
And during that last song, when you took my hand, gave me that single red rose, and whispered in my ear that you really liked me... I finally, finally understood the magic of prom.
“You have stolen my heart…”
I was excited for prom. I would never outwardly admit it but I was. I had my suit tailor-made, my tie picked out, my shoes shined. I wanted to spend the night with our batchmates and friends—dancing, eating, taking photos, laughing and talking and clowning around... But more than anything else, I understood the magic of that night. I knew it was one of those rare chances I had to take.
“Invitation only, grant farewells…”
I was planning a public promposal during our English class with 11 of my friends coming up to you and giving you a rose. Then I’d give you the twelfth one with a sign saying “WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH ME?” I’d wing it. Without effort. I was that kind of guy. But I decided against it. I knew you wouldn’t like it and... I didn’t want you to say yes because you were surprised (which I knew you would be) or forced to.
So I waited for the perfect time to ask you but it was very hard to come by since you seldom talked to me and really didn’t consider me a friend. I really didn’t understand why you stopped talking and hanging out with me.
Okay, maybe things were a little, no, a lot complicated between us and it may have taken me a while to sort out my feelings. I was afraid but it all came back to one thing—that you were a chance I’m willing to take. You had to know that for so long, I wanted to tell you how much I like you. And prom... with the slow dancing and dim lighting, with that private moment in that public place... was the best time to do it.
I was really lucky when we were assigned to be partners in a project. When, finally alone, we were talking about it, I was getting the courage to ask you and then... then there was singing, and balloons, and a big banner with “GO TO PROM WITH ME? PLEASE.”
“Crash the best one of the best ones… too early to say good night…”
He asked you. And you, blushing deeply and prettily, shyly said yes while everyone cheered and I, forcing a smile, cheered along with them.
I didn’t want to go to prom. I didn’t want the tailor-made suit, the perfect tie, and the shiny shoes. I didn’t want to spend the night dancing, eating, taking photos, laughing and talking and clowning around with ourbatchmates and friends... but I did, anyway.
I really wish I didn’t go, though, much like those lovebirds fighting outside way before prom ended. Such a total waste of time.
I hate that I had to sit through the entire thing, go around and talk to people as if I didn’t feel anything. I hate that I didn’t ask you right away, that I was too afraid to tell you how I feel. I hate the risk I didn’t take and the chance I didn’t grab.
And during that last song, when he took your hand, gave you that single red rose, and probably whispered in your ear that he really liked you... it hit me that you would most likely never know.
“You have stolen my heart.”
That was it. Prom had lost its magic. ● Bella Swan
*Inspired by Dashboard Confessional’s Stolen
Literary: Stolen*
“We watch the season pull up its own stakes…”I didn’t really want to go to prom. I didn’t want to shop for a nice dress and pretty shoes. I didn’t want to have my hair styled and my face made up. I didn’t want to dance, to eat, to pose for photos, to make small talk even with my batchmates and friends... I just never understood what’s so magical about it. But I did wonder why it seemed to change people. What is it with prom that makes them bolder and braver?
Take all those sweet-slash-cute-slash-embarrassing public promposals for instance. I may have helped a few, fine, a lot of my friends with theirs—planning when, where, and how to say it, writing variations of “WILL YOU BE MY PROM DATE?” in big colorful letters, and buying flowers—quite a number of times but I still can’t really explain why even the shyest and most hesitant of guys subject themselves (and their prospective dates) to that kind of publicity.
“And catch the last weekend of the last week…”
I never understood, too, why people feel that prom is the best time to make amends and start over—these exes who have carefully and purposefully avoided each other almost the entire year, for example. He asked her to dance; she was uncertain, but she accepted. It was awkward. They couldn’t look at each other, didn’t talk to each other... but before the song ended, he removed her hand from his shoulder, clasped a silver charm bracelet around her wrist, and without explanation led her back to her seat. Now, weeks after prom, they’re talking to each other again and are looking like they’re on the verge of getting back together.
And I really could not answer why prom would be the best time to tell someone how much you care for her. Why does “I like you” have to be said in dim lighting while slow dancing? I didn’t really get how one event could make people take risks, jump at chances, and just plain do unexpected things until... well, until you asked me.
“Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced… another sun soaked season fades away…”
Your public promposal, with the banner and the balloons and the singing, was one of the sweetest, most unexpected things to ever happen to me (even if I was blushing furiously while my classmates were hooting and clapping the entire time).
That crush we had on each other several years ago made things so awkward between us that I didn’t think we’d be friends again, let alone go to prom together. I didn’t think you’d like me as more than a friend again.
I’m glad I said yes. I’m glad that I bought a nice dress and pretty shoes and that I had my hair styled and my face made up. I’m happy to have talked, laughed, and danced with you. I’m happy that you decided to make a move, to risk this second chance.
And during that last song, when you took my hand, gave me that single red rose, and whispered in my ear that you really liked me... I finally, finally understood the magic of prom.
“You have stolen my heart…”
I was excited for prom. I would never outwardly admit it but I was. I had my suit tailor-made, my tie picked out, my shoes shined. I wanted to spend the night with our batchmates and friends—dancing, eating, taking photos, laughing and talking and clowning around... But more than anything else, I understood the magic of that night. I knew it was one of those rare chances I had to take.
“Invitation only, grant farewells…”
I was planning a public promposal during our English class with 11 of my friends coming up to you and giving you a rose. Then I’d give you the twelfth one with a sign saying “WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH ME?” I’d wing it. Without effort. I was that kind of guy. But I decided against it. I knew you wouldn’t like it and... I didn’t want you to say yes because you were surprised (which I knew you would be) or forced to.
So I waited for the perfect time to ask you but it was very hard to come by since you seldom talked to me and really didn’t consider me a friend. I really didn’t understand why you stopped talking and hanging out with me.
Okay, maybe things were a little, no, a lot complicated between us and it may have taken me a while to sort out my feelings. I was afraid but it all came back to one thing—that you were a chance I’m willing to take. You had to know that for so long, I wanted to tell you how much I like you. And prom... with the slow dancing and dim lighting, with that private moment in that public place... was the best time to do it.
I was really lucky when we were assigned to be partners in a project. When, finally alone, we were talking about it, I was getting the courage to ask you and then... then there was singing, and balloons, and a big banner with “GO TO PROM WITH ME? PLEASE.”
“Crash the best one of the best ones… too early to say good night…”
He asked you. And you, blushing deeply and prettily, shyly said yes while everyone cheered and I, forcing a smile, cheered along with them.
I didn’t want to go to prom. I didn’t want the tailor-made suit, the perfect tie, and the shiny shoes. I didn’t want to spend the night dancing, eating, taking photos, laughing and talking and clowning around with ourbatchmates and friends... but I did, anyway.
I really wish I didn’t go, though, much like those lovebirds fighting outside way before prom ended. Such a total waste of time.
I hate that I had to sit through the entire thing, go around and talk to people as if I didn’t feel anything. I hate that I didn’t ask you right away, that I was too afraid to tell you how I feel. I hate the risk I didn’t take and the chance I didn’t grab.
And during that last song, when he took your hand, gave you that single red rose, and probably whispered in your ear that he really liked you... it hit me that you would most likely never know.
“You have stolen my heart.”
That was it. Prom had lost its magic. ● Bella Swan
*Inspired by Dashboard Confessional’s Stolen
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