My B-side

It's Times Like These You Learn to Love Again

I’ve become a huggy person. Last night was my ex-high school’s prom. I think I went because all of my friends were going...I swear I could count the dressy-kids I knew on my left hand. Anyway, there was an abundance of people from my class present. Which was somewhat relieving. Classmates I never addressed in the hallways I was embracing the life out of. It’s crazy what one-year away will do to you. They say 10 hugs a day allot you 10 extra years of life. I’m good till the year 2025 after last night. I can’t go on without commenting on how surreal it was to be on the-photo taking-complement making-looking fugly in normal makeup and normal clothes-end of prom. I felt ANCIENT and as previously stated, fashionably-handicapped. It reminded me of the Thanksgiving I was allowed to sit at the “grown-up” table. I had adult conversations, used big words, and laid the napkin in my lap. While last night I hardly remember delving into my oh-so-extensive vocabulary, I did converse more with the 40 plus crowd than the kiddies. What an ode to growing up. But Bryana and I decided yesterday that we never REALLY grew up, we must be the only two people in the history of the world who act and feel and dream just as we did when we were 16. Which is why neither of us has ever let go of the past, why we’re so sad of the people who are “grown up” because in a sense they left us behind. We were about to leave for Hacienda. I was standing outside the Green’s old house about when I yelled to Bry as she entered her car, “Bryana, this moment right now, this 5 seconds…it just feels right.” (kinda cheesy but...very true) And in a sea of moments that feel gravely wrong, you cling to those 5 seconds with all that you have. I was clinging, boy I was clinging. Bryana and I ended up sleeping over at Grandma Sharon’s, it was so sad to think how few of these slumber parties we have left. Of how I’ll probably be married next year or how she may not make it back to Mt. Vernon after graduation or how this is my last summer in Indiana. It’s no wonder we never grew up, just look at what we have awaiting us there.

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posted by Melissa at 01:59