Dozens of couples flew across the dance floor at my high school sock hop, but it was the tall boy by the bleachers who caught my eye. I was thrilled when he came over and introduced himself.
I was too shy to dance, but we talked the rest of the night. Soon we were going steady.
After graduation, John joined the Marines. We wrote letters and talked on the phone. When he came home on leave, he proposed. I loved John, but I was only 15.
“The timing is all wrong,” I told him. We broke up. John went on to serve our country in Vietnam, and I went on to college. We both married other people. My husband and I moved out of state.
Then, after 34 years and four children, my marriage ended. I moved back to my hometown to start a new life.
One morning I walked the sandy beach. A tall figure by the shore made me do a double take. “John?”
“Mary!” he said. “You haven’t changed a bit!”
We talked for hours, just like that first night at the sock hop in 1969. John was single now too.
Two years after we got reacquainted on the beach, John proposed and presented me with a ring. This one I wasn’t too young to accept.
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