Rosie, however, always waited near the front window for the sound of his tires on the driveway.
He helped her with homework.
She made him bracelets from colorful beads.
He watched the same animated movies with her so many times that he could recite every line.
By the time we were seventeen, I had started imagining a future with Ben.
I never told him.
The thoughts lived only in private moments while I brushed my hair or lay awake at night.
I pictured Ben and me getting married.
Rosie living nearby.
The three of us remaining connected forever.
I believed he imagined something similar.
He lingered on our porch after saying goodbye.
He remembered every detail I told him.
Sometimes, when our eyes met, I felt certain there was something neither of us had said aloud.
Ben kept his childhood promise.
He took Rosie to prom.
