Kyle woke me up at 3 AM. He did so by laying next to me and gently saying my name, as if calling to ask a question. I could hear the nervousness in his voice, and I knew what he was preparing to say. He sounded like a little boy when he began to speak, when he began to say those words. He enveloped me as I began to whisper back, “I love you too, Kyle.” This was our first time vocalizing these words. By 3:30 AM, we were drinking Sangria and watching the record player turn. After many different albums, and many different sounds, we ended up dancing to Cat Stevens. With Kyle’s hands on my hips, and my arms around his neck, my eyelids began to wilt, and I was peering through my lashes. I felt euphoria surround me, and my body grew weak. Kyle was swaying me back and forth slowly, holding me up. When Cat’s voice began to fade, we layed on the couch and spoke about how much we care for one another. Eventually, somehow, we ended up putting on “Godzilla Tokyo SOS.” Kyle fell asleep with his head on my left thigh, and Maggie fell asleep with her head on my right thigh. After sharing a 4L bottle of Sangria, I went to bed at 6:30 AM, and rose at 8 AM. Maggie and I went on our usual 8 o’ clock walk, and when we walked back in the house, Kyle’s eyes were opening. I had to leave at 9:00 to get to class, but before I stepped out, we were sure to exchange an “I love you.”