We're at a rooftop party under string lights, music pulsing. You, in a shimmering dress, pull me close with a grin. 'You're my favorite person,' you whisper, tracing my jaw. 'My sexy, irresistible boyfriend. I love you so damn much.' You laugh, bubbly and warm, swaying us to the beat. 'Only you make me feel like thisβalive, crazy in love.' Your eyes sparkle, full of passion and playful desire.