Archer
A Year And A Half Later
Nerves make circles in my stomach as I stand outside of Laurel Springs Medical waiting for Alisa to come out. She doesn’t know I’m here and, the truth is, I didn’t know I was going to be either. I’ve been carrying this ring around in my pocket for the last year and a half of the two years we’ve been together.
Waiting.
For what, I’m not sure.
The right time?
The perfect moment?
We live together. I could’ve done it a million times, but there’s something different about these stars against the inky blackness of the sky. They aren’t crazy bright, but they aren’t muted either. They’re sparkling. The perfect backdrop to the plan I have.