In 1985, my high school sweetheart kissed my forehead during prom and promised he’d be back in five minutes. I never saw him again. Forty years later, an eight-year-old girl quietly placed his missing boutonniere into my hands and whispered, « It must be with you. »
Every spring, someone asks me if I ever went to prom.
Not because they’re curious.
Because the high school borrows our elementary gym every April, and the decorations always find their way into the cafeteria before the students do.
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