I'm that odd man out, that third wheel. That big dance of the year, where everyone gets all dressed up, is coming up. The group of my friends have all their own dates. The one friend that doesn't have one like me was going, but she decided not. I'm that third wheel that everyone will see when we take all of our pictures. The slow songs are what I feel I am going to regret. The fact that all of them have that someone to dance with. I'm not sure what I"m going to do during those 3-4 minutes of agony. There's a change that has happened, and I was not ready for it. The change of teenage infatuation. With them it seems that it is going to last longer, much longer, then most. It seems that they have found their other half for the time being. I've waited and waited for that person, but they seem to be stuck in traffic. When will the light turn green and let them turn the corner?
Why can't we go back to the days of kindergarden. The days were boys were icky and nap time was your only class. Those days went by so fast and it seems that all I do is wish for them back. the simplicity of them was taken for granted. We didn't look for that other half, instead we looked for the next new thing that met our eyes. Always satisfied with what was happening. There was no odd man out, no third wheel, just a group of 5 year olds playing in the sand box. If only, if only...
-UnSpoken
