You are the one

Tonight was the ball. The night began with Grushnitsky coming to talk to me. Oh how I wished it was Pechorin! I glanced around the hall in search of Pechorin.  There I saw him him standing with a group of men.  Grushnitsky was telling me that I’ve changed a lot. At this point, I really didn't care what he thought about me.  Pechorin was the one my heart belonged to.  In my opinion Grushnitsky had no experience with women.  He called me "My Mary." I find that rather odd.  However, his naive personality was kind of cute. After a few more quick phrases my eyes lit up.  Pechorin came and bowed to me.  I couldn’t help but feel the need to smile while my cheeks turned rosy red.  Grushnitsky danced with me the whole night! I am fed up with him! Pechorin is the one I wanted to dance with! One more look at Grushnitsky and I’m ready to punch him in the face. However, at the end of the night, my heart was complete.  Pechorin kissed my hand as I was making my way to the carriage. The darkness of the night made this moment even more special.  As I write this before bed, I am sure my dreams will be filled with Pechorin.  I cannot take my mind off of him. 

I wished we could sit in each other's presence forever