I knew something was going on.
Mark was still Mark, he was just acting
Strange.
I understands now.
It took me a while to find it, not that I was deliberately looking for it. It was an accident. Who knows how long it's been there?
It was a normal day, we were going out to the park, taking the pugs too, when Mark forgot his house key. He'd simply left it on his desk, like the goof he was. Mark told me it was in his office, but I didn't see it on the desk.
So being the idiot that I am, I checked the drawers.
Until I came to the last one,
That's where I found it.
Sitting in the back of the drawer, was a small leather box. I knew what it was. I didn't have to open it up, but I did anyway, just to be positively sure that this indeed was real life.
It was beautiful.
The most stunning thing I've probably ever seen. The silver, the diamonds, it must have cost a fortune.
But was it for me?
No, it had to be for me.
I looked at the band and wondered,
'How long has he had this?' And since when? I didn't know he wanted to get married yet.
Maybe he doesn't want to get married yet.
Maybe it's just for safekeeping.
I then look onto the desk, spotting the key. I'd better put it away, right where it was.
"Felix, honey, you find it?" Mark calls from the door.
"Uhh yeah!" I call back closing the drawer and taking the key. I knew that I wouldn't be able to get that ring off of my mind though. I walk into the hallway, shutting the apartment door behind me,
"You okay?" Mark asks, "You seem a bit flustered."
"Nah, I'm okay."
Mark furrows his brow at me and makes a face, I know he's worried. He walks down the stairs, the pugs on the leash practically pulling his arm off. I stay there and look at him, this adorable goofball that I love so much. I think about all the little things about him, his wonderful hair, his gorgeous brown eyes, the way he hugs me, the way he makes me feel like I am in the safest place in the world when I'm with him. I've honestly never loved anyone more.
"Felix? Are you sure you're alright?" He asks obviously worried.
"Mark, I'm fine, really."
"Okay," obviously not convinced, "If you say so."
I walk down the stairs after him, catching up to Maya and Edgar.

I'm laying in bed.
I can't sleep.
All because of that damn ring.
"Ugh!" I get up from the bed and walk downstairs. I then cringe, thinking about how I could've woken Mark, then shake it off. I walk to his office, I know what I'm looking for. I open the drawer and there it is, the beautiful ring. I won't ask about it, that would make us fight, and I hate it when we fight. I can hardly bare being away from him for long periods of time. If he's not sleeping next to me, I won't be able to sleep. If he's not standing next to me, I'd probably die of nervousness. He's my sunshine, he brightens my day. His smile could power New York City. I miss him, and I love him. I've never loved anyone more. Closing the box and putting it back, I head up to our bedroom.
I slip into the covers, right next to Mark.
"You okay?" I know he's awake now.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
He sighs,
"You keep it bottled up inside, that's why you need me to get it out of you. You're my other half."
Yes, Mark, I am your other half.
And you are mine.
And engagement?
Well, I honestly wouldn't mind it.