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

By middle school, strangers assumed he was eight.

By high school, they assumed I was babysitting him.

By adulthood, they often treated him as either a child or a tragedy.

Noah hated both.

He was brilliant, sarcastic, stubborn, and more independent than most people I knew.

He built websites before the rest of us understood how domains worked.

He could fix continue reading …