I Never Married After My High School Sweetheart Vanished on Prom Night in 1985—Last Week, a Little Girl Handed Me His Prom Boutonniere

when we’re old and wrinkled…” He’d grinned. “…we’ll see whose flower survives longer.”

I remember rolling my eyes.

“You’ve already planned on us being wrinkled?”

“I’ve planned everything.”

Life had other ideas.

Michael and I started dating halfway through sophomore year.

He was the kind of person who couldn’t walk across the school parking lot without stopping continue reading …