I Kept My Prom Dress for 55 Years Waiting for My High School Sweetheart Who Went to Vietnam — When We Finally Married, His Wedding Night Confession Changed Everything

they could.

Some were long.

Some were only a few lines.

He complained about the heat.

He asked about my parents.

He reminded me not to let his younger brother touch the old motorcycle he’d left behind.

In almost every letter, he ended with some version of the same sentence.

Don’t forget about me.

I never did.

Then the letters stopped.

At first, everyone told continue reading …