He Promised to Return in Five Minutes on Prom Night 1985—Forty Years Later, a Little Girl Handed Me His Missing Boutonniere!
Every April, when the high school borrows our elementary cafeteria to string silver streamers and blow up balloons for prom night, the memories come rushing back like a tidal wave. For forty long years, I have lived a life frozen in time, refusing to marry or dance with another man after my high school sweetheart,…