“We’ll just have to wait for 2017.”
I tried to say these words facetiously. Since rushing to the hospital, this was our first moment alone together. Him in a hospital gown, strung up with medical equipment, awaiting an unplanned surgery for a ruptured appendix. Me sitting at his side, leaving work and dropping all other plans to be with him.
I couldn’t have said anything worse. His face clouded and he shuttered his thoughts.
I’d been talking about marriage.