Bonito. Todo me parece bonito. :) (to any Spanish speakers, did I spell parece correctly...?)
As we sit under the clear night sky, illuminated by the object I have come to both love and hate, it finally happens. With a blush that could rival the reddest apple, he tells me that he likes me - no, he loves me. He asks me if I'll be his boyfriend. I'm so happy I almost forget to answer. I eventually am able to say yes in a hush, my voice so low I wondered if he heard me. And then he kissed me, and my world was complete.
I'm the happiest person in the world, thanks to you, Sirius.