Prom was supposed to be happy. Bidding the end to senior year, on a floor of glittering dresses, caught in the lights. Surrounded by beautiful bouquets and better friends. But, for her, it was just another night. A night she wished would end.
She held her knees, playing with the pleats in her dress. And she waited, trying not to let the tears fall. Not let them smudge her eyeliner.
For just this once, she wished he would be late…
That was because she knew she didn’t love him. At least, not like that. He was her best friend. And the love she felt was deep. But…
Not like that.
When her eyes met his headlights pulling into the drive, she couldn’t hold the tears back anymore. They fell, heavy. Breaking through her makeup as she knew her words would his heart. And it was hard. So very hard…
And that was because she loved him. Really, truly loved him.
But just, not like that.
She held her knees, playing with the pleats in her dress. And she waited, trying not to let the tears fall. Not let them smudge her eyeliner.
For just this once, she wished he would be late…
That was because she knew she didn’t love him. At least, not like that. He was her best friend. And the love she felt was deep. But…
Not like that.
When her eyes met his headlights pulling into the drive, she couldn’t hold the tears back anymore. They fell, heavy. Breaking through her makeup as she knew her words would his heart. And it was hard. So very hard…
And that was because she loved him. Really, truly loved him.
But just, not like that.
