So last night we had a girls night. We haven’t had one in forever. It was good, crazy fun. But sitting on the tramp talking made me realize something. Three of my best girl friends are going to school, probably together. And probably without me. Most of my friends are going somewhere else for school. I am so scared, not of being alone, but of losing them. And it didn’t hit me until sitting there with all of them. It made me sick, I had to go home. I already felt out of the loop and I am. And I will continue to be. And there isn’t anything I can do to fix it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m excited to go to college. But going potentially alone, knowing all my friends are together somewhere else, the one person I really really really want to be there might not even be there…that’s terrifying. These girls have been my life for years. What am I going to do when they continue to be each other’s lives…but not mine. And when I’m not a part of their lives either?

That makes me more afraid than anything.

I imagine
Our first dance,
I can’t even breathe,
The air is full of romance.
The tune is soft,
Your eyes are deep,
This moment is one,
I’ll long to keep.

I imagine
A dance at my door,
The night is over,
But we want more.
We sway and dip,
Spin and twirl,
It’s then I’ll realize,
You’re my world.

I imagine
A dance that night,
When you kneel,
And ask me to be your wife.
I kiss you yes,
We dance till dawn,
You smile at me,
And slide a ring on.

I imagine
A dance that day,
When everything changes,
In ever way.
I’m wearing white,
We’re in this together,
This is a dance,
That will last forever.

I imagine
A dance close to
A baby boy
So tiny and new.
We smile at him,
We dance so close,
This is the moment,
We’ve yearned for most.

I imagine
A dance in a mess.
The children are screaming.
The house is a wreck.
But we remain calm,
Amid the storm,
Because this is the family,
We’ve waited for.

I imagine
A dance after tears,
The trials have piled up
Over the years.
We push right through,
We keep on trying,
And dance right through
The battle we’re fighting.

I imagine
A dance while we wait,
For our oldest daughter,
To come home from a date.
We smile as she,
Rushes into the room,
To tell us about,
The dream come true.

I imagine
A dance as we age,
We never thought
We’d get this grey!
We still love to laugh,
We dance alone,
In this old house,
That became our home.

I imagine
Our last dance,
I still can’t breathe,
The air’s still thick with romance.
I got just what I wanted,
I got a man,
Who’d dance though life,
Holding my hand.

Said with a smile, felt with a kiss, stamped into every Friday night bliss.
Noticed with glances, giggles, and grins, and seen as the blush rises onto her skin.
Heard in the laugh of fun with the crowd, times when neither has to say it out loud.
Safe in the hugs that go on and on, sleepy in conversations lasting till dawn.
Comfy with blankets, cuddled up close and serious when it matters the most.
Dreamy in time spent too far apart, loud in the beating of his nervous heart.
Rushed in last minute times of goodbye, deliberate to quickly apologize.
Whispered so softly as she falls asleep, held in the teddy bear she’ll always keep.
Sung in the songs from their favorite soundtrack, memorized from all the times they sang back.
Written in letters poems and songs, captured in snapshots all the way along.
Dressed in her outfit he loves the most, trapped when he grabs her and pulls her in close.
Sweet in the treats he always brings, disappointed when one of them misses something.
Chivalrous as he pulls open the door, daring as he goes in for one more.
Promising as the fight is resolved, hopeful when he finally calls.
Carefree in days full of lazy fun, gentle as darling, sweetheart and hon.
Crazy in long nights chock full of work, unique in all the fun little quirks.
It’s complex, intricate intense too, yet simple and breathtaking.
I love you.

I went three days without seeing my best friends…and it was really weird. It made me realize that they are kind of my life. I’m realizing how much I miss things. Everything is ok at this point, but I don’t know what I wouldn’t give to go back to the ninth grade and try again. I would do a million things different, tell someone how I felt way back then, not make some of the mistakes I did, maybe then I’d end up in a better place now. Because things are great now, but there’s always a chance they could be better. So maybe I’m going to take this long weekend to totally remove myself from everything, and come back better.

“I’d rather argue with you than kiss anybody else.”

We fight with the people we love. The people we care about. If we weren’t passionate about it, we would let it go and not give it a second thought. So don’t forget that the angry words you say or that someone says to you, are really out of love. I know I say things I don’t mean all the time, and that the things I say are to protect, myself or someone else. Don’t ever forget that the people you love are the ones worth fighting for.

So stop holding grudges, stop being mad. Forgive. Forget. There are too many things to love.

I finally asked you to dance
On the last slow song
And beneath the moon that was really a disco ball
I can still feel my head on your shoulder
Hoping that song would never be over

I haven’t seen you in ages
Sometimes I find myself
Wondering where you are
For me you’ll always be 18
And beautiful and dancing away with my heart

I brushed your curls back so I could see your eyes
And the way you moved me was like you were in my mind
I can still feel you lean into kiss me
I can’t help but wonder if you ever miss me

I haven’t seen you in ages
Sometimes I find myself
Wondering where you are
For me you’ll always be 18
And beautiful and dancing away with my heart

Oh you headed out to college
At the end of that summer when we lost touch
I guess I didn’t realize even at that moment
We lost so much.

I haven’t seen you in ages
Sometimes I find myself
Wondering where you are
For me you’ll always be 18
And beautiful and dancing away with my heart
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Away with My Heart

Homecoming. It was perfect. There isn’t another word to describe it. The week leading up to Homecoming was kind of shakey, but Thursday started the flip to the great weekend that it was. The parade was awesome and some hot chocolate after was great 🙂 Then a crazy fun football game…getting some…hot chocolate…and relay races at Classic…great night:) The day of Homecoming was LONG because I was so ready to go!!! Randy came, looking awesome and bringing some GOREGOUS flowers. Then we went and took pictures, got mocked for “engagement’s” or something…then off to dinner where some…unexpected people were. Had tons of fun talking to the waitress and singing happy birthday….off to dancing the night away with all of my really good friends, bringing back the “corner,” then back to sweats and falling asleep while watching How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days, and the car ride home, then falling asleep with music still swirling in my head. It was perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. I really think we are better together:)

So I am SO SO SO SO excited for Homecoming!!!! It’s going to be fabulous 🙂 We have a huge group that includes my two best friends, I’m going with my other best friend 🙂 And it’s going to be perfect:) I have the perfect dress, have no idea how I’m doing my hair though. Tonight we’re going to classic skating 🙂 And it’s going to be spectacular 🙂 AHH I am so excited 🙂

College day was yesterday. I’m so NOT ready to go to college, let alone think about it. I’ve basically had my college choice figured out since I was two years old. My career choice, since ninth grade. But going to all those colleges really made me wonder if I’m making the right decision. What do I really know anyway? Am I really at a point where I can make such a huge decision?

It’s probably fine.

Anyway…this year has made me realize who’s going to be there for me and, frankly, who isn’t. People are all fake, whether they want to admit it or not, to some level, they’re fake. But the people who take off layers of fakeness for you are the people you want to be around. And I’ve found people who I’m not afraid to be more myself around. And that, is worth everything.

“The hardest thing isn’t being lied to, it’s knowing you weren’t worth the truth.”

I’m too emotional, too passionate, too intense. And I’m not going to apologize for that. I am who I am. I shouldn’t probably care about all of this as much as I do. But I do care. I thought you told me everything. But you don’t. I thought you were someone I could count on when everything else was crashing down. But I found out differently the other night. And it shouldn’t kill me, but it does. And the saddest part is, I don’t think you even care. Because it’s just another thing you have to deal with. So I’m sorry for being mad, but then again, I’m not.