The house was buzzing with energy—laughter, music, and the soft clinking of glasses and plates. I watched as the people who mattered to her mingled with my family, the warmth in the room matching the happiness in her eyes. Tonight was about her, about celebrating everything that made her amazing. And I was so glad I got to be here, standing by her side, watching her in her element.

I could tell she was enjoying herself—smiling, chatting, her usual energy filling the room. I slid over next to her as she laughed with my sister, placing my hand gently on her back. “Everything okay?” I asked, my voice low enough so only she could hear.

She smiled at me, her eyes bright. "Better than okay. This is perfect."

I let out a breath of relief, a grin tugging at my lips. “Good. That’s what I was going for.”

As the night wore on, I found myself constantly glancing at her, catching those little moments when she caught someone’s eye or when she threw her head back and laughed. I loved watching her, loved being a part of her life in this way. But then it hit me. I needed to do something. Something bigger than just being a quiet supporter.

I clinked my glass, making sure everyone could hear. “Alright, everyone,” I called, eyes locking with hers across the room. “Before we cut the cake, I just need a minute.”

The noise of the room slowly quieted, all eyes turning to me, and I could feel my heart race. I walked over to her, standing beside her and taking her hand in mine.

“I think everyone here knows how special she is,” I began, my voice steady despite the nerves swirling in my stomach. “But I just want to say it anyway. You’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and for the last few years, the person who makes every day brighter. Happy birthday, love. You deserve the world, and I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to give it to you.”

The cheers and whistles erupted around us as I leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek, my hand still holding hers. Her smile was everything I needed to see.