My prom dress stayed untouched while I faced a stage 3 diagnosis—until my date did something at prom that changed my life forever.

handle.

He gently took my hand.

“Look at me.”

I did.

“You don’t have to impress anyone tonight.”

His voice was calm.

“You don’t have to perform.”

I swallowed hard.

“You just have to walk in.”

“What if they stare?”

“Then they stare.”

“What if they pity me?”

“Then that’s their problem.”

I shook my head.

“You don’t understand.”

His expression softened.

“I think I do.continue reading …