He simply sat beside me.
Sometimes he talked.
Sometimes he didn’t.
Years later, when I failed my first driving test, Noah showed up with two ice creams.
“One because you tried,” he said.
“And the other?”
“Because you drove terribly.”
When I wanted to quit art after someone laughed at one of my paintings, Noah stole the ugliest dinosaur picture I had ever drawn and taped it inside his locker.
“Why would you put that there?”
“Because you can’t quit yet.”
“Why?”
He studied the drawing.
“Because your dinosaurs still look like potatoes with arms.”
That was Noah.
He never tried to fix everything.
He just stayed until things hurt less.
So when senior prom finally arrived, there was never really any question about who I wanted beside me. ReserveEvent Venues
But Noah still formally reminded me.
One afternoon, he appeared at my locker.
“Do you remember first grade?”
I pretended not to.
His face dropped.
Then he held out his pinkie.
And suddenly I remembered everything.
The raisins.
The dinosaurs.
The cruel classmate.
The promise.
“Prom?” I asked.
“Prom.”
Then he smiled.
“I already bought the bow tie.” FindDesigner Sunglasses
“When?”
“November.”
“Noah, prom is months away.”
“Stores run out of things.”
“They were not going to run out of bow ties.”
“You don’t know that.”
And just like that, our twelve-year-old promise became real.
PART 2
On prom night, Noah arrived carrying a corsage. ReserveEvent Venues
I was halfway down the stairs when I saw Mom open the front door.
Her expression changed the second she looked at him.
Noah stood there smiling in his navy suit, his ridiculous bow tie perfectly straight.
In one hand was the corsage.
“What kind of flower is that?” I asked.
“Rosemary,” Noah said proudly.
“Why rosemary?”
“The florist said it means remembering.”
He grinned.
“And I remember promises.”
Behind me, Mom made a strange sound. StartBaby Registry
When I turned around, her eyes were wet.
