February 18, 2003

• Prom itself went ok. The food was good, the busride was a little crowded but ok. The music was terrible, but I think most music today is so, yeah. Whenever Maggie and I danced, we always danced to the slow songs and there was one song I don’t know the name of but for some reason I knew the words. We sang that song to each other as we danced. It was like magic I swear. Something clicked, or so I thought.

  
  

  Well prom went on, me and my biology professor watched as people were like dry humping themselves, althought they called it dancing. .  . yeah, we talked about a new hypothesis we were gonna publish called “The De-evolution of Man.” It seemed everyone had reverted to a primitive albeit well-dressed state of being. Like dogs in heat.

  
  

  The After Prom Party was held at the bowling alley in town and it was a lot of fun. After it was over I took Maggie back to my house where I had a suprise picnic ready. However it was menacingly cloudy, well, menacing as much as I could tell at 2 in the morning. So we went in the garage-now-party-house thanks to a wonderous remolding effort by my brother and father. There was furniture, a refridgerator and a table and I set up a tall candle and produced a bottle of sparkling grape juice (yummy), Italian herb bread, olive oil with ground pepper sprinkled into it, strwaberries, and some really kick ass dip. We had a nice little meal and watched “The Patriot.” While we watched it quietly it began to rain and the drops on the garage roof were quite soothing.

  
  

  When the movie had ended and the credits began to roll I asked her if she’d like to dance. So we danced to the nice song at the end of the movie. After the movie ended the whole garage went dark except for faint candlelight. She was so beautiful with her long wavy hair, I could just barely see the light shining on one side of her face. She was looking straight at me as we stood there in a dancing position, and her eyes seemed to drink in everything. They looked like pools of fresh pure water under the shade of a big willow. I wanted to cry, I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to do something but I was in such awe of her beauty my mind didn’t know what to do. So we just kept standing there looking at each other for a while longer, and then it started getting cold so we stood there, her trembling as I wrapped a blanket around her and hugged her tight. The rain was quite steady now and the sounds it was making were absolutely beautiful. I love rain. There was also the distant rumbling of thunder and I remember thinking that perhaps the similarity to the sounds that distant cannons make was an omen of the devastation to come. But it was a brief thought, I was too happy to worry about what could go wrong.

  
  

  It suddenly became so quiet I could hear her heart beating though my ear was up above her shoulder. It was then that I decided to say those fateful words that had brought me nothing but sadness before, but the funny thing was that I didn’t really say them but I did. Well, here is what I said.

  
  

  “Maggie. . .”

  
  

  “What?” she asked just as softly.

  
  

  “I. . .”

  
  

  Then she looked up at me and I heart her heart literally skip a beat. Her eyes were wide. Not in fear but they looked like they were wide in surprise more than anything. She went to the couch and sat down and I sat next to her. We sat there for hours in total silence listening to the rain and the sound of her heart beating furiously.

  
  

  Soon gray sunlight was coming in through the windows and the little alarm clock went off. It was 7 and I needed to take her home so she could shower and go to church.

  
  

  The ride to her house was in total silence except for the hiss of my tires on wet pavement. When I pulled up in front of her house I opened her door and shook her gently awake. She got out, thanked me with a soft hug and ran into her house.

  
  

  I stood there looking at the door for a few minutes, the rain soaking me thorougly as I just stood there not knowing what to feel or what to think. Was this it? Was this what love was like? Had I finally found what I was looking for?

  
  

  I had no idea then, and I wish I never did because as soon as I found the truth I realized that I wasn’t standing out there in the rain but the sky was crying for me because it knew the hell that I would soon be forced to endure.

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