"I remember the night clearly as if it happened just yesterday - or rather last night. You asked me out to prom. It was weird because at the time I had only been out of the closet for a week, but it had felt like only an hour or maybe less?

"I hadn't suspected you were gay. We were best friends since we were both six years old and looking back on it I guess the rainbow socks, flannel shirts, and posters hanging on your walls of heroic, female video game characters such as Lara Croft, Samus Aran, and Princess Daisy in her tennis outfit should have told me. Then again, I always was the oblivious one in our friendship.

"I hesitated at first to respond, but when I saw the joy in your eyes diminish I knew right then and there that I wanted nothing more than to spend my life with you - or at least this one night. You bought your dress and I bought mine. We went out for dinner and as you were attempting to jab the last meatball on your plate of spaghetti you missed and the meatball went down your dress leaving a trail of pasta sauce. The pouty face you made following what had happened was just too adorable for words.

"You, Lacey, are too adorable for words.

"We made it to prom, stained dress and all, and despite the trail of pasta sauce down your magenta, silken dress you were still by far the most gorgeous woman in attendance at prom. We found a table and placed our things there. You tapped my hand getting my attention. Your beautiful smile took my breath away. I was unable to respond so you took my hand in yours and gleefully led me to the dance floor.

"I put my hand on your bare shoulder. You shivered and cooed at my touch. You gazed in to my eyes with those big, sparkling, hazel eyes of yours with the grey flecks dispersed about them. Your red, soft lips slowly curved upward as I put my fingers through yours and locked them together gently. The music played softly and everyone around us was dancing, but we only stood.

"We stood there ready to dance at a moment's notice, but rather than move to the soft music playing in the background we rather stand there and gaze in to each other's eyes enjoying the moment as one. Your hair was so perfect that night as it always is every night - tonight included. Your brunette, shining locks put up neatly in a bun with a few strands fallen around your bronzed face melted my heart.

"You slipped your arms around my back and rested your face against my chest. With each breath I inhaled your head lifted slowly with my rising breasts. You giggled as with each exhale the sound of my heart beating flowed through your ear. Still we stood not dancing. It was okay, though. I had you and you had me. There was nothing else that mattered in that moment or any moment going forward in our lives because you were all that mattered to me.

"You are all that matters to me.

"As I stand here today giving this eulogy and looking upon your radiant self that still somehow glows with the life that you no longer possess, I can't help but think that you're out there somewhere standing and waiting for me. Perhaps there's music playing? Perhaps there isn't? Perhaps you're dressed in your gorgeous, magenta dress from that night at prom? Perhaps it still has the pasta sauce stain going down the center of it? All I know is that one day we will be together again. One day I will be gazing in to those big, hazel eyes of yours and all will be perfect again. And, when that day finally comes we shall dance."