The Ballroom Confessions.

Prom Night.

Hair Checked. Dressed to the nines and looking well on way to stardom. *Dreaming*

Have to pick her up at 5:30 with his dad as his own chauffeur.
A lot was running through his mind,

he promised himself that this was going to be the best night of his High School life.

Off to Chicago they go to pick her up,

He called out her name and she went out.
She wore this golden dress with a ribbon tied around her waist,
Her hair's all prepped up, and her eyes shine like the golden sun.
She smiled gently, walked towards him and greeted him.
He couldn't contain his happiness and excitement, his smiles give way.

They ride out to the palace, the night nearing faster by the minute.
He looks at her, waiting for some sort of conversation.
But No, she fiddles away with her cellphone, texting.
He asks about the flowers, if she liked them and if they were okay,
She replies with an empty Yes, and added that they were beautiful.
He was somewhat irritated about the lack of appreciation or expression,
but managed just to keep quiet and just wanted to enjoy the night.

Stepping off the Vehicle, he assists her in walking with those high-heeled shoes,
Stepping up the stairs, they're greeted by his entourage waiting in the lobby.
In between exchanging of compliments, he wished she'd thrown him some.
In between sighs and words, he's wishing she'd talk to him more tonight.
The group walked up the stairs, on way to the Ballroom.
Her coldness bothered him. But he shrugged it off,
just thinking she had things she's thinking of, Thinking maybe she's tired.

The floor was ready, the sights and sounds of merrymaking,
The food, The atmosphere, and the silent chatter of guests.
It was dim, shadows of pairs were scattered on the floor.
He took the chance, got up and asked her to dance.
She hesitated, but he insisted,

and took her by the hand to the dance floor.

They slow danced and made little conversation.
She was quiet that night,
and the bright lights in her round doe eyes weren't seen.
In fact, there were tears forming from it, but he again ignored it.
Then, Exchange of partners, round and round they go.
Dancing the night out, four times in a row.
The night was winding down, Almost done for the show.
The night was closing out, one last dance to go.

The last song played,
and it was like God himself told him to make the move now.
He felt the moment, and he decided this was it.
He's going to go for it, the last dance was going to be the best.
He walked to her, and asked her again, they got up and danced.

His eyes watered up, nearing to tears,
as he was scared and excited, looking for the right words.
They both fell silent, slow dancing to the song.
It was like she was waiting for him to say it, waiting all night long.
No words exchanged, just stares at each other's face.
The bridge party ended, emotions on overdrive,
his heart was going to burst if he didn't say in this time,
he knew that this was it, no other moment, no other.
he leaned to whisper in her ear and said:

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I Love You

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A lot of things happened after that,
no one really knows how, why or what.
Maybe some things just couldn't last,
Beautiful futures might have an ugly past.
Some might end, some might go on,
Don't you hope for too long.

Based on A True Story.

The Ballroom Confessions.

Have A Great Valentine's.