Young Love

Teenagers

 

 

 

 

 

Dancing on the breeze, the letter dipped and twirled until it landed in front of me.

Sam,

“Will you go to prom with me?” the loopy scrawl asked. “I have loved you since kindergarten.”

Matt

Sam watched for Matt, hoping he would ask her to the prom, but Matt passed her lost in his thoughts.

“Ask her!” I whispered to the letter, as if saying it would make it happen.

Matt paused in the hallway, took a breath and turned around to see Sam walking his way,

“Hey, Sam!” Matt said, “I have something to ask you.”

Sam smiled.