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

to help somebody.

I was the girl who always carried two library books instead of one because I liked having a backup.

He forgot homework. I color coded mine.

He spoke to strangers. I apologized to telemarketers before hanging up.

People constantly asked what we saw in each other.

Michael always answered first.

“Balance.”

One afternoon, we were supposed to continue reading …