Grand March

I went to Grand March to see my beloved bestest friend in the world, Keri. She looked amazing. I couldn't believe her. I was so... proud? So I'm standing in the back because there weren't any chairs to sit in and who would walk in? Emily. Stomach dropped and I automatically looked at the sky and asked 'why God?' I'm about to die from the lack of everything, my mind is swimming with longing for Heather and WHO shows up? Emily. So I'm standing, half watching the couples half watching her, remembering why I always thought she was gorgeous. Then Keri walked out and I wanted to cry, she was so pretty. We watched the rest together, making fun of people and giggling, riding on Keri's adrenaline high. Then, I told Keri that Emily was there and she rushed over to talk to her. I got side tracked and had to take a picture of my friend, Stephanie. I finally found Keri, chatting with her and she looks at me and said Keri told her I was into her. She reached out her hand and shook mine, a very startling gesture, then proceeded to show me the top half of her boobs, saying she couldn't help that she was hot. I told her if I had boobs like that, I'd show them off as well. She told me that's why she did. All the while I'm standing there, I'm wishing I could have five minutes to hook up with her in the bathroom and everything would be fine. But of course not. I wandered around for a while longer, greeting all of my friends who were attending, wishing I was there looking gorgeous too. It soon came time to go and walking out to the car I started wandering back to Heather, my mind taking a more melancholy mood than the faux high I got from the buzzing bodies I had been around. Riding home, I lost myself somewhere in my imagination, dressed up for prom, Heather beside me. Then I thought about how cute she could potentially look in a tux and wondered if we actually did go to prom together, whether she'd wear a dress or go for a tux.
So now we're here, nearly three hours later, fallen into that familiar rut I find myself in nearly every night. I'm waiting for someone who's not going to come, refusing myself sleep I'd love to enjoy. I keep missing her, more and more, wishing she'd just get on or call because I haven't talked to her for such a long time.