On our first anniversary, he proposed to me.
There was no grand ceremony.
It happened on our high school field, at night, under a beautiful moon.
He was wearing his old high school uniform.
And in his hand was that old pen, the one I had switched all those years ago.
My name was carved into the cap.
"Lyra..."
He looked at me, the tips of his ears turning red, just like the boy who used to argue with me back in high school.
"I didn't prepare a diamond ring. I know you don't like things like that.
"This pen was left to me by my mother. It's the most precious thing I own.
"From the first time I saw you when I was 17, I loved you.
"I searched for you for six years. I waited for you for one year.
"And this year with you has been the happiest year of my life.
"I know you're independ
