Wednesday, June 10, 2009

when we are dead, we'll all have wings

My senior prom was perfect. I wouldn't have changed a thing. From the surprise pre-prom view from the bridge of the sunset over the water, with background music to compliment, to the grand piano found in the hallway corner wait for just us. This more than bareable night was followed by champagne overlooking the moonlite lake and soft guitar and blankets on the sandy cool beach. My night was filled with genuine affection and gentle kisses, more than I could possible ever hope for.