~The Dance
The 20th of never has arrived.
Here I sit in my fancy dress and dancing shoes.
No one asked me to the big soiree.
I guess they figured I already had a date??
Typical "Sixteen Candles" tragic, romantic plot.
Supposedly, the guy of my dreams is sitting somewhere with a suit and tie on, wishing he'd had the courage to ask me to the dance.
In true tragic useless romantic form, he's waiting for me, but hasn't the guts to let me know.
Maybe he'll find me, come out of his protective shell and invite me into his forever.
We deserve each other. We've both been all dressed up, nowhere to go, and waiting.
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