Prom. Those four letters that get every teenager’s heart racing. Just imagine: you and your best friend, maybe even your girlfriend going to the fanciest gala of your entire life. Taking those priceless photos in the backyard with all of your friends dressed to the nines, and your dates in the most beautiful gowns they could find whilst carrying a bouquet of flowers that we bought just for them. The limousine ride over: the holy grail of suburban transportation; and the anticipation just rising to burst through the doors at the hall and see all of your lifelong friends. The people, the lights, and the music all just coming together to put the cherry on top of the four years of high school you have grown so fond of and nostalgic over. The dancing. The intimacy of a man and a woman moving together to the beat; feeling the innermost connection and sparking lifelong memories. Yes, this is prom. Well, for most people that is. This was my fantasy, my expectation that I held for so many years. However, I learned very quickly that the universe had other plans for me, and this one spring day changed all of that. It changed much more than I could have ever planned.
I kissed her. I kissed her goodbye; it was pretty standard, being another end of another school day. I probably kissed her goodbye after school hundreds of times, and this one seemed no different. We parted ways, she drove home in her blue Acura, and I drove off in my red ford, only I was not heading home. In only 24 hours I would ask my girlfriend of nearly two and a half years to prom, to what I thought would be the best night of my life. Instead of my home, I pulled into the flower shop and bought a bouquet of red roses to give her after I pop the question. She loved roses. I headed home bouncing with excitement. I started gathering the other materials I would need to adequately surprise her, maybe even enchant her. I was pleased with everything I threw together, and thought it was about time I start my homework. It was around this moment that I read a text that would change things forever. “Hey, we need to talk.”
So, that’s probably the worst phrase in human history when talking to your significant other. We talked; we talked about how we’d been growing apart the last few months. I had become a very involved member of the drama club, while she focused on sports and partying, something I scrutinized at the time. “We’ll maybe we have, but I still love you” I reassured her. “No” she said, “this is different.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. We had only fought a handful of times in what felt like a lifetime together, but I could tell that something was wrong. I still don’t know today whether it was fate, if the universe was off-balance that day, or if my duties as a boyfriend had simply not been fulfilled, but eventually, my phone rang. It was her, crying. I had never heard her cry. My eyes welled up, and my English paper I was working on soon became soaked with tears as our relationship came to a dreary, depressing end. “I won’t give up, I love you too much to just throw this away” I pleaded. “Well, I feel like we’re just beating a dead horse here.” She sputtered between wails of sadness. “Do you hate me?” She asked. “Of course not, how could I ever hate you. You’re my everything, no matter what happens I’ll be by your side. You just watch.” Soon, we hung up. I looked at the flowers I had bought several hours before and I just lost it. The thing is, I didn’t feel terribly sad or angry or anything at this point. I was just empty, completely void of feeling; I could barely move. What do I possibly do now? Everything I’d known had just gone out the window; how do I even go about a single day on my own, I simply didn’t know how. I looked again at the flowers, and I had a moment of realization. I couldn’t let this bridge burn down. If I couldn’t go to prom with the girl I love, whether she still loves me or not, why go to prom at all? I went to bed that night cold and alone, but I could feel a small fire burning inside of me.
It was a “B” day at Marple Newtown High School the next day, and that means I had study hall the last period of the day, so I was allowed to leave an hour early. I walked out to the parking lot and put a post-it note on her car. “Come to your house for a nice surprise!” I got into my car and drove only about a mile down to her house. I turned off the car and taking a deep breath I opened my trunk. Inside were a suit jacket, a ton of chalk, and the roses from the day before. I looked over at her driveway and noticed that her parents must not be home, which made things much easier. Having to see them would just restart the flurry of emotion I experienced the night before. I looked out across the street pavement in front of her house, and planned out how exactly I would write “PROM?” in the most prominent way possible. I knelt down and began writing my masterpiece, but as it so happens, her next door neighbor had been watching me for quite some time now. Shortly after I hit chalk to pavement she asked me “I’ve got to ask you, what exactly are you doing?” I looked up, “Oh, I’m just asking my girlfriend to prom.” And that’s when it truly hit me, the hollow feeling came back, but I wasn’t about to let my guard down. But the sentence I had badly wanted to say for years finally came out, only it wasn’t true. The woman smiled and walked back into her house. It only took about 20 minutes, but it felt like a lifetime in front of her house, the house I spent so much time in my high school years, laughing, loving, and learning so much about myself. I finally finished my presentation writing out “PROM?” with “prom” written in smaller font all around it. It was beautiful, but I had no idea what she’d think, considering the roller coaster of emotions we experienced in the past 12 hours. I sat on the curb as I waited for her to return home, trying to hold back all my emotions and memories of before, but to no avail. I had sat in this same spot with her in months past, looking at the stars, and talking about love and the rest of our lives together. Before I could have a proper flashback, she pulled in to her driveway.
She got out of her car, and looked over at me. She smiled, but all I could see was sadness in her eyes. I looked at her; with my hands shaking uncontrollably all I could muster was a meek “Hi, Christina.” She ran over to me and gave me a hug. This hug was something unlike I had ever felt before. I hadn’t seen her in probably 24 hours, but it felt like long-lost friends reuniting after several years. It was a short, but we held each other tight; filling up the hollowness within me. We released. She looked over at the road in front of her house with my bold proposal written all over it. After a few moments she looked up and said “Yes” with a trembling lip and holding back tears. I was absolutely delighted. She could have easily said no, but she chose to be courted to senior prom by her newly acquired “best friend.” We sat on the curb shortly after that, and spoke about all of the changes that have already happened. There was no usual visiting her at her locker. There was no more sitting together at lunch. There was no poking my head into her econ class just to embarrass her. “All of my friends kept on asking me if I was okay, and I wasn’t really sure what to say” she said. We sat there and reflected on the night before. “In the middle of the night, I woke up crying, and I regretted everything. I wanted to take it all back.” I took this in. “No, maybe, this will all be for the better. You were right, things have changed, and I’ll always love you, but right now, we need to heal.” A tear rolled down her face. I had never seen her cry before. I had been dating her longer than I had known so many of my friends, and this was the first time she became that emotional right in front of me. I put my arm around her. “If we’re meant to be together, we’ll come back for each other, and we’ll be happy again.” “You’re right,” she said “we’ll just have to see what happens.” I wanted to tell her that this didn’t have to be the end. If I could just convince her to not leave me, she wouldn’t, and we would go back to normal; perhaps stronger than before. For some reason, I didn’t. I let her go because something deep inside me told me that this had to happen. We silently sat there and held each other for about fifteen minutes. The last time I would ever hold her. She eventually got up and told me she needed to go inside and get ready to start dinner. I told her it was okay. She picked up the flowers I got her, and told me “You done good kid,” and walked into her house. I stood on her sidewalk silently tearing up for a couple minutes before finally driving away.
In the months after that day we grew apart. We grew apart disturbingly quickly. I became depressed, and bruised myself regularly for feeling so guilty that I didn’t do more to keep things happy between us. We ended up going to prom together; however by this point she was already interested in another guy, one of my best friends, which ultimately ruined any chances of either us getting back together or me respecting her as a person at all. We ended up going to senior week together where we stayed in the same house while she hooked up with my good friend Steve, which was the cause of the first time I had ever yelled at a girl. She’s scared of me now, and it’s been about ten months now since I saw her last, and we could not be on worse terms.
Considering this, many would think this was a story of woe and tragedy, but on the contrary, this opened up a whole new world to me.
When one door closes, several new doors open. I found myself lost, not knowing what to do, but quickly I found that this was not at all the end of the world. I built a new relationship around my family that was nearly nonexistent before. I starting hanging out with my brother at least some everyday, and spent so much more time with my parents whose bridges I rapidly rebuilt between us. We went to movies and dinners together, and were able to talk about my future together in ways I never really felt comfortable talking about before. Most importantly of all, I was able to solidify my participation with my new beautiful friend group. Joining theater in the end of my high school career earned me a group of friends so exquisite that I will cherish for the rest of my life, and the separation between me and ex-girlfriend could not have helped more in getting me closer to these people I consider my second family. Also, by experiencing the sadness that haunted me for quite a while, I was able to realize the true value in happiness. I learned that I could be happy on my own, and that it is truly up to me to conjure my own happiness. I spent the rest of the summer into my fall semester at Penn State doing whatever it took to get a smile on my face, which became easier and easier as time went on. I was free, and I was able to really rediscover who I am. I listened to more music, and I wrote more poetry. In the end, it isn’t about how a person becomes enchanted, whether it be a relationship, a trip to the prom, or a summer of countless memories with friends; as long as the feeling is attained, the effort was worth it. As for us, we’ll always have the curb.