![]() So I'd take a moment with you by my side, doing your best to ignore me. Nine year olds don't get to sit in the front seat of the car. Perhaps you'd be messing with your phone. I wish I could glance over at the passenger seat of my car and see you sitting there. I wish I could see your crookedy smile grow into something beautiful. When the boy you so desperately wanted to ask you to dance didn't. I wish I knew what it was like to comfort your hurting heart. And minutes after you'd left for the dance, I'd post photos on Facebook and type these exact words: Where did the time go? There'd be a smile on your face, a hand on your hip. In two weeks you'd stand in those heels and talk about how impossibly uncomfortable they are. ![]() A compromise we'd arrived at after hours of scouring various shops at the mall. Something we'd picked out a week or so ago. I wish there was a homecoming dress hanging in your closet.
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