The Last Time I Saw My First Love Was on My 17th Birthday – Thirty Years Later, a Woman Who Looked Exactly like Her Walked Into My Yard

me to senior prom in a borrowed blue Chevy. He was seventeen then, tall and skinny, with hair that never stayed combed. We dated the last year of high school, then let distance and pride and timing make decisions for us. I married Henry at twenty-four. Tom married a woman from Bartlesville, built a construction business, lost his wife to cancer.