O.K. the day was june 15th, 2021. My dress was picked and my shoes ready, my hair had been done and my heart ever beating in excitment and almost fear. So many thoughts went in my mind "what if he hates me" "what if im not pretty enough" "what if he isnt real" my mind swirlled all day.

My aunt that I then just reconnected with drove 2 hours to do my make up and see me off, we all piled in and made out trip to his prom and our first meet.

After 2 hours of worry and the agony of waiting the time was here...all I had to do was exit the car, he was right there, looking at me so close so handsome, I took a deep breath and steped out the car. We didn't touch, hardly talked we were scared a bit and neither of us though waited for what seemed like eternity, we were somehow...unprepared  for the emotions that would hit us. Then we were coached by our parents to hug. One step. Then two, then a sprint into eachothers arms.

Just for that second I felt...safe. The person that helped me survive my  abusive parents is right here for the first time...it felt so perfect. And the night only just begun.

Most of prom was a blurr, all i mostly remember was my feelings, joy, peace, bliss. Then our final dance neither of us knew how to do it properly but we did the best we could, if you ask me it seemed like hardly anyone else was there it was just us.

The love I felt at that moment was EXACTLY the reason I made all thise risks that faithful year, in the mist of my thoughts I felt lips very gently touch mine but it was of dreams. My greatest dream was happened that night, and it may not have been perfect to anyone else but to me that night is a story I hope to tell my grandchildren.

After the prom was over we went our seperate ways but we knew we had ONE more year to see eachother and little did I know the surprise that would happen then.