"It's no secret. That the both of us are running out of time," – Hello by Adele (Album: 25)
I got my acceptance letter to Julliard today. They're offering me a full dance scholarship.
I'm beyond relieved. I'm overjoyed. I screamed and jumped and danced around my room for a full ten minutes. I called Ms. Gia and thanked her over and over again for applying for me and all her recommendations.
I'm thrilled, but there's also another side to this. I'm nervous. I'm scared. New York is so far away, it's a whole different world on the east coast. And it's without the one person I truly love.
When Edward took me to prom it was like a dream come true, all that I had imagined didn't come close to doing it justice. The upscale hotel entrance was lined with limousines, inside the ballroom was filled with all his classmates, dressed in tuxedos and ball gowns. I would expect nothing less from the private school Edward goes to.
We stayed until everyone had cleared out; gently swaying in each other's arms to whatever song would come on. Lost in one another.
Then, like all prom clichés we rented a hotel room and used it for what prom night was really invented for. That night was magical, and nothing compared. Things between the two of us had been doing so well, and I just knew, once I told Edward about my acceptance letter it would change everything.
That there would be a dark cloud looming over us once those word were spoken. The knowledge of our separation in our minds at all times, eating at our brains and our time together. I know Edward had applied all over the country, but his number one school is in California.
It's sad, that our dreams are so far apart. And neither of us will sacrifice for the another.