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

me during one of our Sunday phone calls. “That dress belongs in a museum.”

“It belongs where I put it.”

“You’ve always been stubborn.”

Maybe I was.

But that dress carried the last promise I had made to the boy I loved before the war took him away.

His name was Everett Shaw.

We met when we were fifteen.

There was nothing dramatic about it.

He sat behind me continue reading …