I did not think I was ever going to admit to it.
I did not think I was going to be ready for your answer.
I did not think you were feeling the same way.
I did not think you would agree.
I did admit to it, out there, in the darkness of the night.
I was ready for your answer, in which I enwrapped myself.
You were feeling the same way, and together, we planned the next steps, secretively.
You agreed. Nobody shall ever know. Just us.
And so the two of us were lying there next to each other, our sides barely touching. We exposed our vulnerability underneath the multitude of stars, and we made wishes that we sent out to the black openness of the universe.
It was new. It was unexpected. It was magical.