How We Met
I missed the bell walking to class on the first day of 7th grade. Wandering adrift in the hallway, I found myself standing beside a tall, cute boy with messy black hair and long fingers wrapped nervously around a binder. He missed the bell, too. He passed me folded notebook paper letters in detention. He held my hand on the school bus.
how they asked
Nearly 20 years later I found myself standing beside a tall, handsome man with messy silver hair and long fingers wrapped nervously around a wooden box with a little gold leaf on the top and -for just a second- I looked into the eyes of that kid I met so many years ago and I thought to myself that I must be the luckiest gal on the planet to be so wildly in love with my very best friend.