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

of paper.

The edges were soft with age.

Purple crayon covered the center.

I stared at it.

“No.”

He unfolded our kindergarten marriage pact.

“You kept that?”

“For 23 years.”

I laughed until tears ran down my face.

At the bottom of the paper, our childish signatures still sat beside two badly drawn rings.

Noah looked at me with an expression I’d never seen before.continue reading …