I Kept My Prom Dress for 55 Years, Waiting for My High School Love Who Went to Vietnam—When We Finally Married, His First-Night Confession Changed Everything

sun sank low.

“Any regrets?” he asked, folding his fingers into mine.

“Only the years,” I said. “Never the promise.”

“Any regrets?”

He smiled the smile I’d memorized at fifteen.

The evening was warm.

The hours ahead, however few, and finally, entirely ours.

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