One year into what I believed was a dream marriage, I finally stopped ignoring the small things that never quite made sense. What I overheard that night changed the way I looked at the last 15 years of my life.
I dated my high school sweetheart for 15 years before he finally proposed. I know how that sounds when you type it out on a screen at two in the morning. I used to say it with pride, as if it were a medal. Now I just say it and wait to see what kind of face people make.
My high school sweetheart was Aaron.
I sat with him on my grandmother’s porch swing the summer I turned 16, after my mom had passed. He held my hand while I cried about her, and I thought, « This is the one. This is the boy I’ll grow old with. »
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