It’s my night to shine and I’m as giddy as girl before her first date. Tonight I’m hoping that I find my forever home and become a part of a family. I want this so much, to belong to someone.
No more lonely harsh lights and claustrophobic spaces, no more looked at and passed over….tonight could change all that. Man, I hope she doesn’t reject me. I hope she loves me, wants me, and commits to me.
He keeps telling me it’s a sure thing, or telling himself that anyway. He’s been trying to keep me a secret, sneaking time with me, and whispering, “she’ll say yes.” It’s sweet really, how nervous he is…as if it’s about him. It’s not. He only thinks it is.
That’s what they never understand….she already loves him or she wouldn’t be with him. It’s not about him at all, this night. It’s about me, it’s about her not rejecting me. I’ve watched so many of the others leave, with people that love them. I’ve watched them become a part of a future, a life, a love. They’re now a part of a family and I want that. I’m tired of being lonely.
I’m so nervous, more nervous than he is I think. I want her to love me so badly. I wait, listening to the frantic beating of his heart and hear the muffled words he’s been practicing for a while now. I hear them and know my big moment is coming. It’s time.
I come out, hesitantly making eye contact, afraid that I’ll see disappointment in her eyes. Instead I see it, the sparkle, the shine, the light of love that I hoped for. Hand over her mouth, and with a trembling voice she whispers “yes” and I have it…my home.
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