Prom 2017.

I looked like Snow White.

And honestly I never felt so pure.

So free.

So happy.

I'll never fucking forget it.

But to be frank, the venue was shit.

What happened after prom was what made it so notable.

Chaim. He was my date.

We went with a group of friends, as

somewhat of a last hurrah.

My life needed that.

I feel like the whole thing was somewhat disappointing but also incredibly (and contradictively) satisfying.

To explain, we didn't slow dance, Chaim and I.

We didn't have sex, which of course was never in the plan, but hey, the cliché seemed viable.

And we didn't get drunk, or high.

So those were the things we didn't do, the group and the two of us.

But.

The things we did do made me feel so very there.

I was with my friends.

We were connected, in the way angst, horrible home lives, goofy vulgarity and unsupervised hotel rooms can grant.

We

Played.

We

Talked.

We just...hung out.

And it might have not been all of the things girls dream about, but it was the best weekend of my life.

Prom 2017.

A night that I belonged.

For the first time, in the longest time.