At these moments,
Archer’s jokes always ring in my head.
I chuckle
with a bittersweet sound
and think of our youthful past;
"Hello?" I spoke.
"Tryst?" Archer's husky voice called me.
It was three in the morning,
and I yawned,
disoriented.
"Archie? What is it? Are you okay?"
"No. I fell."
Panic filled me.
"Huh?"
"I fell in love with you."
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