Fast forward to a month and a half before prom. I have a slight dilemma. I'm a senior...and I have yet to get a date for prom. There are girls I know would go wtih me, but I don't particularly want to go with any of them. And as always when I think of dances and girls, my mind wanders to Homecoming. Cheyenne was a much better dancer than she allowed herself to believe. The stray thought crossed my mind that she might be a good kisser, too.
Whoa, slow down buddy. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. She's only a freshman after all and from the way she acted, she'd never been kissed. Oh how I wanted to change that. She was so sweet and innocent, so loveable. She was like a little puppy that you just couldn't hate no matter what you tried.
It was then that I realized something. I loved this girl. I really and truly loved her. Maybe it wasn't so extreme (yet) as to me wanting to spend the rest of my life with her, but there was no denying my feelings. I wanted her to be my girl. Here was the answer to my current dilemma and to other romantic issues I was having. Cheyenne would be my prom date and Cheyenne would be my girlfriend. Things seemed so unbelievably perfect now that everything appeared to shine with an ultra-bright light.