My Grandma Asked Me to Find Her High School Sweetheart So She Could Dance One Last Dance with Him

“I told myself he forgot me.”

“Do you think he did?”

She was silent for a long time.

“I don’t know,” she whispered. “That was the part that hurt most.”

I squeezed her hand.

“Did you love Grandpa?”

“Oh yes,” she said immediately. “With all my heart.”

“But?”

“But Henry was the first.” A small, sad smile touched her mouth. “The first love lives in a little corner continue reading …