My Childhood Sweetheart Asked Me to Sign a Special Folder in Room Four Hundred Seven

a mason jar of fireflies.

“We had all the time in the world back then, didn’t we, Sarah?” he said, his slow drawl softening around the edges as he touched the silver edge of the frame.

He reached up with his left hand to adjust his crooked black bow tie, straightening the silk knot where it sat against his collarbone.

The silver band on my right hand continue reading …