My journal has been up for quite a while, I was just reading back through it- skimming pages and remembering. Remembering all the angsty teenager bullshit, lmao~
Not that it's near from over. Oh hell no. In fact, it seems to be at it's peak. I'm just not as whiney about it, I feel a lot less need to complain.
I had a dream last night. One of those really fast ones, where everything is blurred but somehow I KNOW what's happenening. I was in a dress, the color wasn't for sure, it changed with the background. I was standing there, lights changing in a purplish-blue mist around me, the room dark otherwise. There were people, it seemed, but the area directly around me was empty. I was looking down at the bottom of the dress, it was straight and smooth and looked a dark blackish-purple/crimson. I glanced up, and David was standing there- I didn't see any clothing detail really. He took my hand and things wavered and faltered a lot. Then he was in front of my, smiling, kneeling for a moment then not, the shine in his eye dancing clearly. He looked older, his face was more defined it seemed, and his figure seemed different than usual. I felt tall and elegant myself, it was strange. It was confusing and everything was moving outside of me and him, and he was still holding my hand and smiling, and I remember tilting my head and saying "Yes..", giggling, then squealing "Yes! Yes of course!" And throwing my arms around his neck. I nuzzled into his neck and then noticed my hand, and I was grinning- I could feel it. I was wearing a ring, I couldn't tell if it was gold or silver, but it had diamonds set smoothly in a thick band - the kind I find absolutely to die for.
This happened really fast, so I really took my time typing it out to try and piece it apart.
Honestly, now that I think back, it looked a lot like a mix between dances at my elementary school and Prom.
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..So I think it might have had to do with David proposing to me at his prom..
..I would NOT complain. I think that would be pretty badass..
Honestly biggrin
(THEN I COULD BE WEARING A PRETTY DRESS AND I COULD MAKE HIM CARRY ME)
Because being carried in a dress is amazing. Holy c**k.
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