Nobody stopped the music.
Nobody applauded us.
Nobody treated our dance like some extraordinary achievement.
We were simply two eighteen-year-olds at prom, dancing badly together. ReserveEvent Venues
Exactly as we had promised when we were six.
Afterward, Mom picked us up.
My feet hurt, so Noah carried my heels.
He was hot, so I carried his jacket.
When we reached the car, he opened my door for me.
Then I leaned across the seat and opened his.
Mom watched us quietly in the rearview mirror.
For years, she had looked at our friendship and assumed one person must be taking care of the other.
That night, she finally understood.
Nobody was rescuing anybody.
Nobody was staying because of guilt.
Nobody was fulfilling an obligation.
Noah and I had simply figured out something at six years old that some adults spend their entire lives trying to understand.
When someone truly matters to you, you stay.
And sometimes, if you’re lucky enough,
**they stay too.**
