We met in seventh grade because of assigned seats. Our last names were close, and somehow that small coincidence turned into everything. He would lean over during class and whisper jokes that made it impossible for me to stay serious. I would pretend to be annoyed, but I always saved him a seat at lunch.
By sixteen, he was part of every plan I made without even asking. He knew when I was upset just by the way I said hello. I knew when he was hiding something just by the way he smiled.
We grew up side by side, building something steady and quiet and real.
That was why prom night felt like the beginning of the rest of our lives.
I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing my dress, trying to calm my nerves. Behind me, my mom watched in silence.
“It feels real,” I replied.
She didn’t argue anymore. That was worse.
Ethan showed up a few minutes later, nervous in his suit, holding a corsage like it meant everything. When he slipped it onto my wrist, his hand lingered.
“You look amazing,” he said.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” I smiled.
For a few hours, everything felt normal.
Not quickly.
But completely.
I looked at him beside me.
No longer a memory.
No longer a question.
Just real.
Just mine.
And for the first time…
The story felt finished.
Because we didn’t build this life for approval.
We built it for each other.
And that made all the difference.
