onLeave a Comment on I never married or danced with another man after my high school sweetheart vanished on prom night in 1985—last week, a young girl gave me his prom boutonniere. The last time I danced was at my senior prom in 1985. I was seventeen. Michael was eighteen. Everyone at school believed we’d marry someday. We’d been together since sophomore year, survived awkward first dates, college applications, and all the jokes about being an “odd, mismatched couple.” On prom … See more ﾠﾠﾠ 
“Absolutely.”
He smiled.
“Good.”
I held his hand.
“Some things never change.”
And for the first time since 1985, I walked away from Michael without feeling like I was leaving him behind.
Because this time, I knew where he was.
And somehow, after forty-one years, that was enough.
