I Miss the Lips That Made Me Fly

Pulling the shiny, silver ring off my finger, I laid it back on the glass counter and shook my head ‘no.’ It fit, but it didn’t seem right. Just the style, I’m guessing. I sighed, slipping another one onto my ring finger.

A part of me wishes that it was my ring that I was trying on. Not a ring for Farah. That it was Alex who had proposed to me, not Zack planning out some amazing proposal for my best friend. Did I want to get married? Of course. Did I think Alex was emotionally ready? No.

Zack had asked me to come with him to the jeweler’s downtown where they were playing the show at today. He was going to propose to Farah – finally. Farah and I wore the same ring size and both liked the same things, so it was convenient enough for me to come with him. The two of us had gone through about three rings so far, until I picked up another that Zack had thought she may like.

It was a really gorgeous ring, definitely one that Farah would absolutely adore. We fitted it, amazingly having it be a perfect size. Zack was overly ecstatic, except when he had to pay for it.

I know he knows she deserves it though.
They both do.

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Sitting inAlex’s our bunk, Alex ran a hand up and down my leg while I had my faced pressed up against the window. I was staring up at the stars as the bus rolled along the vacant highway. They had finished their show about two hours ago and we had loaded up the bus then left. I hadn’t been in a swell mood since then, though. PMS was the trigger I do believe. I wasn’t sure.

Maybe it was this whole marriage thing.

I wanted to settle down and have a family sometime soon. With Carl’s illnesses, I want him to be there to lead me down the aisle when I’m married. I don’t know, maybe it was just the girl rubbing off on me.

“What’s wrong?” he whispered slightly, even though no one else was in the bunks.

“Nothing, dear. Just thinking is all,” I replied simply. I wasn’t lying.

“What are you thinking about?” How did I know this was coming?

“A lot of things Alex,” I sighed, taking in a deep breath.

“Care to elaborate?” He pressed, apparently overly interested in my inner dilemma.

“It’s just… have you ever you know… what’s going to happen to you and me in the future?” I said slightly uncomfortably.

“I don’t completely understand, love,” he responded.

“As in do you think we’ll ever get married? Have kids and settle down in a nice house of our very own?” I said, finally getting it off my chest.

“I have, in a sense. I’ve had dreams that we were married, lived happy lives with three little kids. And our dreams are someone tied to our conscious, right?” I nodded slightly, understanding what he meant.

“So, you do think we’ll get married one day?” I asked him, slightly hopeful.

“One day, I’m going to make you mine forever,” he promised, leaning up and kissing my pouty lips. I smiled; glad to hear that he wanted that. “Just asking, but what got you on this whole marriage business?” He questioned.

“Zack’s going to ask Farah to marry him. We went and looked at rings for him to propose to her with today,” I explained to him.

“What?! Why didn’t he tell me?” Alex nearly yelled. I hushed him, placing a finger over his lips.

“It’s because you can’t keep quiet! He planned on telling you, dear. I’m just more special than you so I get to know things first,” I joked, causing him to scorn at me.

“Oh, dear, I’m sure you’re the one that can’t keep quiet,” he laughed, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

“Oh whatever! You’re the reason your neighbors called once telling us to shut the fuck up!” I shot back at him.

“Well, I say we test this out.”