Sitting in a nice park (a random park in new your), it’s dark out, and you have your boyfriend’s head in your lap. He’s just done a show in Madison Square Garden, and now he’s lays head in your lap just staring up to the sky. He looks deep in thought, so you just play with his hair softly. Then I looks at your face and he says in the soft, honey coated accent of his.

Andrew: “I really love you…”