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<\/p>\nWhen I was nineteen, my best friend and I made a ridiculous promise.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u201cIf we\u2019re both single at sixty,\u201d Jeffrey said, \u201cwe\u2019ll stop being idiots and find each other.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
Then I hooked my pinky around his.<\/p>\n
\u201cDeal.\u201d<\/p>\n
At nineteen, sixty seemed impossibly far away.<\/p>\n
We had no idea how much life could change before then.<\/p>\n
Jeffrey and I had been best friends since we were seventeen. Everyone around us assumed we\u2019d eventually fall in love, but we always insisted we were just friends.<\/p>\n
The truth was more complicated.<\/p>\n
I was terrified that admitting my feelings would destroy the friendship that meant more to me than anything.<\/p>\n
Then Jeffrey went away to college.<\/p>\n
At first, we wrote constantly. We exchanged long letters about everything\u2014classes, terrible cafeteria food, new friends, embarrassing dates and our plans for the future.<\/p>\n
Then things slowly changed.<\/p>\n
His letters became less frequent.<\/p>\n
Mine did too.<\/p>\n
During his second year, Jeffrey told me about a woman named Margaret. He said she was intelligent, funny and kind.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s when I finally admitted something to myself.<\/p>\n
I was in love with him.<\/p>\n
I even started writing him a letter telling him how I felt.<\/p>\n
But I never sent it.<\/p>\n
A few months later, another letter arrived.<\/p>\n
Jeffrey told me he was going to marry Margaret.<\/p>\n
Then he asked me not to contact him anymore.<\/p>\n
He explained that Margaret knew how close we\u2019d always been, and he wanted to give his marriage a fair chance.<\/p>\n
I was devastated.<\/p>\n
But I respected his decision.<\/p>\n
For more than forty years, I never contacted him.<\/p>\n
I built a life of my own. I became a teacher, made friends, dated different people and eventually returned to the house where I had grown up.<\/p>\n
But I never married.<\/p>\n
Whenever someone asked why, I always gave the same answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cI just haven\u2019t met the right person.\u201d<\/p>\n
That wasn\u2019t completely true.<\/p>\n
I had met him when I was seventeen.<\/p>\n
I simply hadn\u2019t known what to do about it.<\/p>\n
Then, on my sixtieth birthday, my old landline rang.<\/p>\n
Almost nobody used that number anymore.<\/p>\n
I almost ignored it.<\/p>\n
Instead, I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n
A young man\u2019s voice replied.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs this Ruth?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy name is Peter. I\u2019m Jeffrey\u2019s son.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart stopped.<\/p>\n
Peter told me his father was in the hospital and wanted to speak with me.<\/p>\n
Then I heard a weak voice on the other end.<\/p>\n
\u201cRuthie?\u201d<\/p>\n
I hadn\u2019t heard Jeffrey\u2019s voice in forty-one years.<\/p>\n
I started crying.<\/p>\n
He did too.<\/p>\n
Then he told me something I never expected.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was in love with you when we made that promise.\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t speak.<\/p>\n
Then he added:<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I bought you a ring before I left for college.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hands began to shake.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you give it to me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I thought I was doing what was best for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
He asked me to come to the hospital.<\/p>\n
Forty minutes later, I walked into his room.<\/p>\n
He looked older, thinner and tired.<\/p>\n
But his eyes were still the same.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed a wooden box sitting beside his bed.<\/p>\n
I recognized it immediately.<\/p>\n
It had belonged to my father.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy do you have that?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Jeffrey told me to open it.<\/p>\n
Inside were dozens of old letters.<\/p>\n
Then I found a small ring box.<\/p>\n
Inside was a simple diamond ring.<\/p>\n
But the most shocking discovery was a letter from my father.<\/p>\n
Years earlier, Jeffrey had shown my father the ring and asked for his blessing.<\/p>\n
My father had warned him not to ask me to leave my future behind.<\/p>\n
He told Jeffrey that I had a promising career ahead of me and that, if Jeffrey asked me to follow him, I might sacrifice everything because I was so loyal.<\/p>\n
Jeffrey believed him.<\/p>\n
He thought walking away was the responsible thing to do.<\/p>\n
But my father eventually regretted interfering.<\/p>\n
He tried to tell Jeffrey he had been wrong.<\/p>\n
By then, however, Jeffrey had already married Margaret.<\/p>\n
We sat quietly as we realized what had happened.<\/p>\n
We hadn\u2019t lost each other because we didn\u2019t love each other.<\/p>\n
We had lost forty years because other people\u2014and eventually we ourselves\u2014kept deciding what was best without simply asking what we wanted.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered our promise.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sixty,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
Jeffrey smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you are.\u201d<\/p>\n
He raised his trembling pinky.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf we\u2019re both single at sixty\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
I hooked mine around his.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe stop being idiots and find each other.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed through his tears.<\/p>\n
A few days later, he came to my house.<\/p>\n
He took my hand and finally slipped the ring onto my finger.<\/p>\n
It fit perfectly.<\/p>\n
We couldn\u2019t get back the forty years we had lost.<\/p>\n
But we didn\u2019t need to.<\/p>\n
For the first time in decades, we were no longer wondering what might have been.<\/p>\n
We were finally writing what came next.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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