My Best Friend Never Grew Past Age Eight, and No One Believed He’d Find Love — But I Did

from my spelling notebook.

“If we are both still single when we are 30,” I read aloud, “we promise to marry each other.”

Noah frowned at the paper.

“You spelled promise wrong.”

“I did not.”

“You wrote promiss.”

“You know what I mean.”

He sighed like an exhausted lawyer, then signed his name beneath mine.

Afterward, we traded pink continue reading …