The Fall Ball was a success. Starting a week before the ball I was so nervous and apprehensive about the whole thing since last year, I frankly did not have much fun. I mean, it was still a good dance and everything but there weren't as many people or awesomeness. I even wanted to tell Chris not to get too excited. But I didn't.

But as it neared I was getting more and more apprehensive but right at the point of no return, at 8:00 PM last night, everything came together and it was alright. People came and were dressed nicely, the food was laid out well and it was okay (mostly), the music was right, the lighting was right, the people were talking and socializing, everything was going great. And the best part? My Chris was right beside me holding my hand, kissing me. I felt like I so belonged here. You know? I talked to people, table hopped, introduced people to each other, played the host. Being the social bee.

I got Chris a white rose with a little flush or red on the tips because it was the representation of my favorite poem ever. Which goes, as follows: