I love today.

So we ran through Narnia, drove through Atlantis, and stopped to look over the ruins of Stargate. I asked her to prom - she said yes. That was the official part. Now she wants me to ask her in front of the whole school.

Yeah, this girl rocks.

So now I'm thinking of ways to ask her out "unofficially". Just like a wedding - nothing official until the judge signs it.

So here's my plan so far: I'll get a schedule of all her classes. The first class, she'll get a rose. In the second class, she'll get a violet. In order the notes will read: "ROSES ARE RED" - "VIOLETS ARE BLUE..." Then, in front of EVERYONE at lunch (of which, she'll have to be there - no exception), I will give her the final bouquet of roses.

The note attached will read "...PROM WITH YOU IS MY DREAM, WILL YOU MAKE IT COME TRUE?" I will assemble a beastly choir humming Spandau Ballet's "True".

...and yes. I'm still getting that damn suit (and WEARING it when I ask her).

Mac, you don't need her.

Oh yes. Yes I do.

Tell you what - I'll buy a well-tailored suit. I'll budget 200 dollars to a night out in town, take you to dinner, right before I take you to see a symphony. When we're old enough to drink, it'll be a classy venue downtown. Both ways, as we exit, it'll hit me that your eyes reflect all the perfect colors of my memory and by a capricious altercation of events, you'll be in my arms. If I'm doing this, I'm making sure the best night of my life has you in it. In return, I'll make sure it'll be the best night of your life.

And just like that, the rest of my life kicks off.

Stay safe.

I can't even stress how scared for you I am. Today made me realize that you are more than just another face in the crowd. You may be an oddball, and I'm sure that I've jumped to conclusions after one day, but to you, freedom seemed like this one-way ticket to instantly undeniable happiness. I'll probably never forget us lying under the stars, in the dry, chapped field. It's the first time in a while where I've stepped back and forgot about my worries. I love how you always have something witty to say, regardless of how short my responses might be.

To see you completely shut down after your dad tries to call you hurt me the most. I wish I knew what to say when you told me your dad hits you. I wish I wrote down my number somewhere safe for you, since I know you now have no ways of communicating with society.

Long story short, I hope that your dad didn't file a bogus police report. I hope your dad didn't beat you. I wish to see you soon, and I hope I'm just stressing out over the littlest thing, because I can't stand to see you fall in the hands of ill-mattered fate.

Stay safe.

Please prove me wrong next weekend.

Just so you know, I'll be there at Faversham park:

I'll be dressed up in a tux, standing across rose petals and candles as you arrive.

You'll ask the reason for the trimmings. I'll take you by the hands and tell you something along the lines of this: "You and I don't have a date to prom. For my senior prom, I want to make it as special as it can possibly be. I can only make it that special with you in it. Will you go to prom with me?"

I want you to prove me wrong - to let me know you're not a drone (or robot).

Overall, I just hope you say yes. Those roses are gonna be pricey.