Can U Help Me

   Junior year, here we are again. Its Winterball, and even though I have started dating a guy that has long since become nameless and faceless to me, I still ask Brandon to go with me. Why, may you ask? Simple answer... I love his company, more than anyone else company, and to be honest, far far more than faceless guy's company. Of course there is a Dru Hill song involved, because they had come out with a new song and a new single, I Should Be. Of course he burned me a copy of the CD right when it came out, and told me to listen to it, and of course it made me smile like I just won the lottery, but that night when he sang it in my ear I couldn't imagine anyone singing it any better... sorry Sisqo. But the title of this one is Can U Help Me. The dance was really fun. We took super cute pics, danced all night. Spent time with my high school bff. I know I said in the Beauty blog that I fell in love... and I did. I really did. But then, and even now, he scared the shit out of me. Real talk. How crazy is that to be 15-16 years old and know that you found the person you want to spend the rest of your life with? So I denied it. Thought it was just puppy love, or a crush. That night though, on the cafeteria turned dance floor, we danced to Usher. Can U Help Me. Oh lord. The way his hands felt around my waist, the way the skin on his neck was so hot under my fingertips from dancing all night, and the way his breath and lips felt on my ear while we sang that song to each other under our breath, I knew I couldn't put that off as a crush anymore. I was in love. I mean, unconditional, unchanging, and unending love. That forever kind of thing. That night when the dance ended, I never wanted to leave, didn't want my future mother in law dropping me off at some Christmas party that I didn't want to go to, to spend the night in the company of people that pretty simply, could not compare on their best day, to how I felt with Brandon even on his worst.