i hate prom.
in the midst of my most current prom-related drama, "Playing Favorites" by Starting Line was played by my ever-so-intuitive iTunes shuffle.
This is the least that I can do, you know I'm bad at calling you,
The best way I can extend the lonely words "I miss you".
I say it but I'm sure you knew; you're what I look most forward to
Coming back to where I've been, I'll just leave it at this:
I'm sure you always feel my eyes on you.
But I hope that you will never feel unwanted.
Wait for me to move out west.
It's okay if you don't
I hope you know you're my favorite thing about the West Coast.
I wish I stayed, I hope you wait.
So here I am counting down the days till California comes.
my iTunes seriously reads my subconscious and plays the song that best reflects whatever may be there...
all this prom-related nonsense just makes me wish riley was still here. that he still lived in NY, that he never moved to CA and out of my life, that things could be simple and easy and 'meant-to-be'. i was supposed to go to prom with him, only him. and i think that for the past three years, i've still pictured myself going to prom with him. he's still that stupid, stereotypical dream date and i can't get that out of my head. i still remember dress-shopping for the ninth grade formal with him and all the dresses he so patiently complimented.
there was this one ivory dress that was made of satin that had thick black straps that lined the dress and crossed twice on the back...and the top layer was this soft lace...and he walked up to me and kissed me and told me i was beautiful.
what a load of crap.
i wish things could be that simple though.
and i wish i could be in love. i miss falling in love.
moreover, i wish that i didn't miss him.
almost to the point of wishing that i never loved him.
i hate prom.
This is the least that I can do, you know I'm bad at calling you,
The best way I can extend the lonely words "I miss you".
I say it but I'm sure you knew; you're what I look most forward to
Coming back to where I've been, I'll just leave it at this:
I'm sure you always feel my eyes on you.
But I hope that you will never feel unwanted.
Wait for me to move out west.
It's okay if you don't
I hope you know you're my favorite thing about the West Coast.
I wish I stayed, I hope you wait.
So here I am counting down the days till California comes.
my iTunes seriously reads my subconscious and plays the song that best reflects whatever may be there...
all this prom-related nonsense just makes me wish riley was still here. that he still lived in NY, that he never moved to CA and out of my life, that things could be simple and easy and 'meant-to-be'. i was supposed to go to prom with him, only him. and i think that for the past three years, i've still pictured myself going to prom with him. he's still that stupid, stereotypical dream date and i can't get that out of my head. i still remember dress-shopping for the ninth grade formal with him and all the dresses he so patiently complimented.
there was this one ivory dress that was made of satin that had thick black straps that lined the dress and crossed twice on the back...and the top layer was this soft lace...and he walked up to me and kissed me and told me i was beautiful.
what a load of crap.
i wish things could be that simple though.
and i wish i could be in love. i miss falling in love.
moreover, i wish that i didn't miss him.
almost to the point of wishing that i never loved him.
i hate prom.