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

later.

When it was time for the rings, Noah opened the box.

Inside were our wedding bands.

Beneath them sat two tiny plastic rings.

The purple gem on mine was scratched.

The silver star on his was still crooked.

I started laughing through my tears.

“You kept those too?”

“For 23 years.”

We exchanged the real rings first.

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