E I G H T Y - T H R E E

ELIZABETH.

"James." I chuckle as I stare at him on his knees, and he smiles before motioning to the box. "What do you think? You like it?"

I nod as I stare back at the plastic ring in the box. "I thought you lost it. You told me you did."

"I did. But I found it later and it just completely skipped my mind to tell you. I was digging through my stuff when I remembered." He explains, and I nod.

"Do you still have yours?" I look back at him when he asks and I shake my head, a frown pulling at my lips. "I don’t. I lost it a while ago." And I remember feeling so down about it. We bought rings when we were young. It was a childish thing, and I don’t think we even knew what we were doing when we made vows that we had zero meanings to. I remember I got angry when James told me he lost his a few weeks later while playing with some girl from his neighborhood; it was the first big fight we had since the beginning of our friendship and I almost even stopped speaking to him altogether. Because of th