It was a long winding road that we were walking upon. During the day, there is usually a lot of people, and a hustle and bustle of cars tailing on one another. But that night it had no one. It was just peaceful; serene. Like the road cleared just for the two of us. There were still a nice arrays of lights though, lighting through the road that night.
We were walking from the parking lot to the other end to the restaurants at the Curve. Walking back was a sweet one. We danced along the road. Randomly. He knew the movement of my body like it was at the back of his hands, twiddling me around, turning me close and then casting me away. Being quite a dancer himself, we were dancing our way to the parking lot. That, was the sweetest thing.
I am very traditional when it comes to prom. I 'm a strong advocate of having things done the traditional way, where the man would wait for the lady as she does her final touch-up, and when the man first lays eyes on the beautiful lady, he opens up a small box that he carries with him, where on the inside is a garland wrist flower, of the same kind with with the one he wears. Then he puts it on her wrist and sets out for a wonderful, romantic night.
I also believe that a special event shouldn't be revolving around the setting, the food, or the atmosphere, but it should revolve around a man and his very faithful lady, where they would slow dance at the dance floor, and he would look at her in the eyes, and whisper to her, that she looks beautiful tonight. And at that very moment, it would feel like there was no one in the room..No one, but just the man, and the lady themselves.
...And at this point now, there is no one else I would want to experience such a special event with, no one else, but him..
...And that, is the one reason, why I walked away from the prom ticketing booth that very day...
We were walking from the parking lot to the other end to the restaurants at the Curve. Walking back was a sweet one. We danced along the road. Randomly. He knew the movement of my body like it was at the back of his hands, twiddling me around, turning me close and then casting me away. Being quite a dancer himself, we were dancing our way to the parking lot. That, was the sweetest thing.
I am very traditional when it comes to prom. I 'm a strong advocate of having things done the traditional way, where the man would wait for the lady as she does her final touch-up, and when the man first lays eyes on the beautiful lady, he opens up a small box that he carries with him, where on the inside is a garland wrist flower, of the same kind with with the one he wears. Then he puts it on her wrist and sets out for a wonderful, romantic night.
I also believe that a special event shouldn't be revolving around the setting, the food, or the atmosphere, but it should revolve around a man and his very faithful lady, where they would slow dance at the dance floor, and he would look at her in the eyes, and whisper to her, that she looks beautiful tonight. And at that very moment, it would feel like there was no one in the room..No one, but just the man, and the lady themselves.
...And at this point now, there is no one else I would want to experience such a special event with, no one else, but him..
...And that, is the one reason, why I walked away from the prom ticketing booth that very day...
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